C          G                        G     
Mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands
C                          G
Mama say eventually, this hurting will end
         C 
But the shockwaves on my bones will linger
         G 
Like the ghost of you here in my bed

Em                   G
When I was lost you thought me a beautiful find
G                                  Em 
Sometimes I think of you sleeping, so sleep for a while
G              Em     Em 
I find myself asking who'd do this to love
         D                          Em
And the white shouldered mountains, they pointed above

Em             G                     Em      
Lord you just dropped me here my the side of this road
G                         Em
Out here's too cold and I don't want to walk it alone
G          Em                   D  
I've got a bottle of your blood inside me
D                                           G
And an old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue

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G              C                  G     
Mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands
C                         Em
Mama said eventually this hurting will end