Swans - Shes a universal emptiness

And she s^Cits there by the w^Emall Making ho^Cles where I just s^Emtood And her h^Cands, they touch he^Emr face Like her ^Cface is made of w^Emood

And she h^Colds onto a^Em memory Of som^Cething I never s^Emaid But she s^Ctill can't quite r^Ememember If my e^Cyes are blue or d^Emead

She's the mo^Gther of us ^Emall She's the v^Gictim of my s^Emadness And the m^Gore she tries to ^Emknow it The mo^Gre she'll never f^Emill it

She's a un^Giversal em^Emptiness A un^Giversal e^Emmptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness And a t^Gotal lack of f^Emaith

And I s^Caw her once b^Emefore Down o^Cn her bended k^Emnees Through a wi^Cndow of the c^Emhurch at night Con^Cfessing to the br^Emoken priest

She is ho^Cly, as all^Em women are And she su^Cffers like a sa^Emint Yeah, she t^Couched my hand with cr^Emuelty But I was pu^Cnished far too l^Emate

She's the m^Gother of us a^Emll She's the g^Guardian our^Em sins And the m^Gore she tries to s^Emave us The m^Gore she pulls us ^Emin

She's a un^Giversal em^Emptiness A un^Giversal e^Emmptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness 's a^G universal^Em emptiness 's a^G universe.^Em.ahah

She's the last mistake ^Emwe make...