The Line That Ties Me Julia Stone
The walls are talking
and the [D]only person
who can [A]hear me
is nearly [Bm]gone.
I [D]stand by your bedside,
on the [A]edge of words
That I can't [G]say,
for the fear that I might [Bm]fall.
[Bm]Maybe I'm afraid that
the [D]pictures that I paint,
Won't [A]capture
the beauty of [Bm]you.
And the [D]last thing that you hear
is the [A]silence in your ears,
As I [G]sink beneath the weight
of it [Bm]all.
I could [Em]call you my lover,
call you a [A]beast,
[D]Call you the [C]island,
where [G]faith doesn't reach.
[Em]Call you a lion,
call you a [A]man,
[D]You're the line that [C]ties me to [G]things.
I don't unders[Bm]tand.
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.
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