The Hotelier - Alabaster jar

^Bm7 I am brok^A/C#en at Your f^Deet ^Bm7 Like an ala^A/C#baster jar^{D Bm7} Every piec^A/C#e of who I am ^{D Bm7} Laid before ^A/C#Your majesty ^D

^DI will bow my ^A/C#life ^Em at ^D Your ^Bm7feet ^GAt Yo^Aur feet My ^Dlips, so lost for w^A/C#ords, will k^Em7iss Y^Dour f^Bm7eet ^GKiss Yo^Aur feet

^Bm7 Oh the grav^A/C#ity of You^{D Bm7} Draws my sou^A/C#l unto its knee^Ds ^Bm7 I will neve^A/C#r be the sam^De ^Bm7 I am lost^A/C# and found in Y^Dou