GCG/DCGCG/DC
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
GCG/DCAm7DCG
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
CG/DCAm7DCG
Dirty canvases to call my own
CG/DCBbBbAm7
Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
EmDG/BAm7DC
In you picture book I'm trying hard to see
EmDG/BAm7DC
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
EmDG/BAm7DC
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
EmDG/B
You plead to everyone,
Am7CG/B
See the art in me, (repeat this line)
Am7GCG/DC (few times) G
see the art in me
CG/DCGCG/DCG
Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
CG/DCAm7DC
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
GCG/DCAm7DC
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal men
GCG/DCBbBbAm7
My eyes are drawn to You in awe once again
Bridge: GDC