G
she picks up a pen
D
writes down a word
A
it doesn’t feel right
G
the novelty’s gone
D
the novel rolls on
A
until it’s goodnight
G
will anyone read
D
much less understand
A
this thing she has made?
G
will anyone see
D
the truth of this thing
A
when it sees the light?
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
G
the dream of her man
D
propels her along
A
into her demise
G
the hollowed out laugh
D
at the back of her throat
A
the film of her eyes
G
she hardly puts down
D
this thing she has bound
A
before she forgets
G
she writes the end
D A
but there is no surprise
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
D A
and i love you
D A
and i love you
G A
G
she picks up a pen
D
writes down a word
A
it doesn’t feel right
G
the novelty’s gone
D
the novel rolls on
A
until it’s goodnight
G
will anyone read
D
much less understand
A
this thing she has made?
G
will anyone see
D
the truth of this thing
A
when it sees the light?
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
G
the dream of her man
D
propels her along
A
into her demise
G
the hollowed out laugh
D
at the back of her throat
A
the film of her eyes
G
she hardly puts down
D
this thing she has bound
A
before she forgets
G
she writes the end
D A
but there is no surprise
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
A G
love is what you are
D A
not what you do
G
i know what you are
D A
and i love you
D A
and i love you
D A
and i love you
G A
