Soap and Skin - Cradlesong

^AI thud on a drum ^Ebarely a span long

^Bmthe rough barrel-b^Aeat ^Dwas my cradlesong

^AYou ask why I keep ^Estill why I d^Bmon't pour it out into the n^Dight

^AYou know ^EYou know if it rises a^Bmnd floats

^AIt effaces e^Every pi^Aece of l^Dight ^AForeign what my lips say

^EForeign my hair, my d^Bmress ^{D A}Foreign what your eyes ^Eask

^Bmabout this strangene^Dss

^AYou ask why I keep ^Estill ^Bmwhy I don't pour it out into the n^Dight

^AYou know ^EYou know if it rises and fl^Bmoat

^AIt effaces ^Eevery piec^Ae of lig^Dht ^AWhen scream masses on ^Ewound

^BmI want to meet ^Dyou ^AWhen the great te^Estimony

^Bmfrom your branches trickles d^Down ^AHere my soul ^Egrows ^Bm'til it smashes a^Bmbove the sce^Ane, the balcony ^D