Intro:
[G]
[Bm] [G] [A] [G]
Verse 1:
[Bm]I dreamt of a [G]Russian doll bride
Who [A]spun on the points of her [G]feet like a child
[Bm]But I had the [G]terminal pride of an [D]older man
[Bm]There?s a Passover [G]cross on the post
But the [A]angel descends in the [G]shape of a crow
And [Em]buries its [C]beak in our unfused [D]bones, like it?s [G]ok
Chorus:
[Em]Like a moth goes s[C]ad and [D]soft in the [C]streetlights? um[Bm]bilical [Am]glow:
It was love that laid [G]us low
[Bm] [G] [A] [G]
Verse 2:
[Bm]I worked out of [G]town after dark
With a[A]pocryphal men in a [G]cold weather mask
[Bm]I guess she did [G]best to depart in the [D]Dark Night of the Soul
[Bm]By nature you?re [G]mild and you?re meek
But they [A]say that you?re judged by the [G]company you keep
[Em]Merrily [C]spitting up salt when you [D]speak, like it?s [G]ok
[Bm] [C] [D] [Em]
Chorus:
[Em]Like a [C]moth goes sad and [D]soft in the [C]streetlight?s um[Bm]bilical [Am]glow
[Em]Like a [C]pilgrim father [D]kneels in a [C]land where his [Bm]god doesn?t [Am]go
Like [Em]every [C]seed in the sycamore [D]tree will [C]turn its [Bm]back on its [Am]home:
It was love that laid us [Bm]low[C]
It was love that laid [G]us low
Outro:
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[G]
[Bm] [G] [A] [G]
Verse 1:
[Bm]I dreamt of a [G]Russian doll bride
Who [A]spun on the points of her [G]feet like a child
[Bm]But I had the [G]terminal pride of an [D]older man
[Bm]There?s a Passover [G]cross on the post
But the [A]angel descends in the [G]shape of a crow
And [Em]buries its [C]beak in our unfused [D]bones, like it?s [G]ok
Chorus:
[Em]Like a moth goes s[C]ad and [D]soft in the [C]streetlights? um[Bm]bilical [Am]glow:
It was love that laid [G]us low
[Bm] [G] [A] [G]
Verse 2:
[Bm]I worked out of [G]town after dark
With a[A]pocryphal men in a [G]cold weather mask
[Bm]I guess she did [G]best to depart in the [D]Dark Night of the Soul
[Bm]By nature you?re [G]mild and you?re meek
But they [A]say that you?re judged by the [G]company you keep
[Em]Merrily [C]spitting up salt when you [D]speak, like it?s [G]ok
[Bm] [C] [D] [Em]
Chorus:
[Em]Like a [C]moth goes sad and [D]soft in the [C]streetlight?s um[Bm]bilical [Am]glow
[Em]Like a [C]pilgrim father [D]kneels in a [C]land where his [Bm]god doesn?t [Am]go
Like [Em]every [C]seed in the sycamore [D]tree will [C]turn its [Bm]back on its [Am]home:
It was love that laid us [Bm]low[C]
It was love that laid [G]us low
Outro:
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
[Bm] [Asus2] [G6] [Em]
