Trixie Whitley - Elizas smile

^CmEliza’s s^B6mile so ^Fmbrutal and ^G#clear ^CmWalk in the ^B6fire Road. I'm ^Fmlearning, I'm learning to^G# be ^FmThe parade writes her s^G#tory ^FmShe changes in her g^G#lory ^CmEliza’s ^B6smile is fading ^Fmaway yes its f^G#ading away ^CmStuffed with dry ^B6voices ^Gmwords covered in ^C#dust ^Fmwhen the evening ^G#falls ^Fmsprung from shame and p^G#ride ^Gmshe don’t reco^Fmgnise ^Gmwhen the innocence ^Fmdies. ^Cmstaring out my ^B6window ^Fmmirrors buy well of ^G#reason ^Cmfearfull for each ^B6change ^Fmeach change of ^G#season ^FmCause god f^G#orbid ^Fmdont ask the wrong q^G#uestions ^Cmbut Eliza’s ^B6smile is ^Fmfading away oh its ^G#fading away ^Cmstuffed with dry v^B6oices ^Gmand words wilted in ru^C#st ^CmEliza’s ^B6smile is ^Fmfading away oh its ^G#fading away ^Cmstuffed with dry ^B6voices ^Gmand words wilted in ^C#rust ^Fmoh to be blissful^G#ly known ^Fmnever let go of ^G#control ^Fmoh to be blissful^G#ly known ^Gmand in control of nothing ^Fmat all ^GmNothing at ^Fmall