Lament

               (Fm) 
I‘ve seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes 
      (Gm)                                       (Fm) 
your vampire tooth and your little truth, your tiny lies 
             (Fm) 
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize 
      (Gm)                                     (Fm) 
your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns your midnight cries. 
            (G#)       (C#)        (Eb)     (G#) 
So dry your eyes and turn your head away 
            (C#)      (Eb)      (G#)              (Eb)     (Bb) 
now there‘s nothing more to say, now you‘ve gone away.