Shovels & Rope - By blood

^Am I never miss you,^F you're always ^Chere ^Am Behind the door or in the ^Frear-view ^Cmirror ^EHow could I, ^Fdear? There is no ^Cspace, there is no ^Gtime But we are ^Fhere and you are ^Ammine ^{F C}

^Am It's Halloween in my ^Fold home^Ctown ^Am Mother's quiet in her ^Fsleeping ^Cgown You're a ^Equeen, I'm your ^Fclown Let's go ^Cstrolling through the ^Gtown Through the ^Fcrowd through whirling ^Clights On city ^Gnights by ^Amblood ^{F C}

At the ^Amend of the day she ^Fcries for ^Cyou None of my ^Amsongs or my love or my ^Fkisses will ^Cdo But that ^Elove, that honest ^Flove That makes you ^Cwait, that alters ^Gfate Can sepa^Frate or suffo^Ccate But I am ^Gyours by ^Amblood By the ^Cflood or other ^Gstuff By ^Fgrace, by ^Cfaith Or the ^Ggreat hand