The Artist

   What is wrong with her eyes?
Dm                                
A glossy stare that won't leave me 
F
be starts my blood running cold
Bb
A gaze that could make hell freeze 
over
          Dm               A
I have to understand she's gone
           Dm
But she's not!
                                F
Don't you tell me that she is dead!
                           Bb
Watch her lips softly move because 
she's still whispering to me!
               Dm              
And something here is not quite 
   F     A      Bb
right

Dm      F                         
Skin so cold beneath my touch as I
 Bb                      C
 brush back her hair and close

her eyes
    Dm        F
But I cannot stand to turn away
       Bb
When I do, she'll be gone
     C
It's frightening

Bb                Bb             
Sweaty hands will fail to lock 
      A
the door
        A
They'll be here soon
  Dm            E       F         
I wish I could keep my teeth from 
 G
grinding
  Dm        E        F       G
I wish I'd stop looking behind me
Bb                Bb            A
Running now will only make it worse
        A
They'll be here soon
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  Dm             E         F
I wish I could shake the awful 
     G
feeling
  F        G           A/E
I wish my mind would stop

Bb                      C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is 
trying to deceive me
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will
 the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas
       C                        
And my brush can't seem to start 
                  Dm
again from scratch
As I watch everything unravel, why 
should I even try to stop the 
    Bb
collapse?
I won't

Dm           F
Shaking as I rest her body down
       Bb
No one knows, only me
      C
It's frightening

Bb                Bb             
Sweaty hands will fail to lock 
      A
the door
        A
They'll be here soon
  Dm            E       F         
I wish I could keep my teeth from 
 G
grinding
  Dm        E        F       G
I wish I'd stop looking behind me
Bb                Bb            A
Running now will only make it worse
        A
They'll be here soon
  Dm             E         F
I wish I could shake the awful 
     G
feeling
  F        G           A/E
I wish my mind would stop

Bb                      C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is 
trying to deceive me
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will
 the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas
       C                        
And my brush can't seem to start 
                  Dm
again from scratch
As I watch everything unravel, why 
should I even try to stop the 
    Bb
collapse?

Dm     E     F     G      Dm   
There's a madman glaring 
  E     F     G
straight at me!
Dm     E     F     G      Dm   
Oh I know I've seen his face 
  E     F     G
before

( Dm E F G )
( Dm E F G )

Dm     E     F     G      F    
I am sure I've seen his face 
G    A/E
before

Bb                      C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is 
trying to deceive me
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will
 the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas
       C                        
And my brush can't seem to start 
                  Dm
again from scratch
As I watch everything unravel, why 
should I even try to stop the 
    Bb
collapse?
I won't