Bm
The walls are talking
        D
and the only person
        A        
who can hear me
          Bm
is nearly gone.
  D                     
I stand by your bedside,
       A
on the edge of words
             G
That I can't say,
                          Bm
for the fear that I might fall.

Bm
Maybe I'm afraid that
    D
the pictures that I paint,
      A
Won't capture
              Bm
the beauty of you.
        D
And the last thing that you hear
       A
is the silence in your ears,
     G
As I sink beneath the weight
      Bm
of it all.

        Em
I could call you my lover,
           A
call you a beast,
D            C
Call you the island,
      G
where faith doesn't reach.
Em
Call you a lion,
           A
call you a man,
D                    C          G
You're the line that ties me to things.
              Bm
I don't understand.

Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture,
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door.
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price,
It's for the heart, I should give it away,
Use it for the freedom of us all.

I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.