A Simple Thing As Love

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[Verse 1]
         D                       
When you come across unto me with 
      C
your hair
                               G
The tangled grass of evening breezes
       D
And you do not hide your face 
because
      C                         
Somebody said one time it wasn't 
 D
natural
       G
What a joy for us just running down
                      Gm
This crooked trail of midnight
         G                       
And the peaceful things inside me 
         Am
that it does

Then you whisper low "I have to go"

The acid tears start coming slow
                 A                 G
To complicate a simple thing as love


[Chorus]
D                        
Awake now I don't hear the 
              C
floorboards creaking
                          G
As you walk back from the window
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Em                                 
Or feel your satin fingers drawing 
G
patterns
                          D
On my back where I lay dying
Without you I'm a child who sucks 
    C
the vacant thumb

Of emptiness left crying
                    D
When he has not had enough
G
At the mercy of an empty room

Sing verses to some faded wall

Confused about a simple thing as 
love


[Verse 2]
        D                        
It's to bad we couldn't stay here 
           C
'til the clock
Runs out and falls from sheer 
G
exhaustion
        D
Or 'til morning as I watch you
        C                          
As you stoop to pick your things up
          D
 from the floor
        G
But to soon for us it's over
                       Gm
And the shock of the electric light 
bulb sunrise
          G         Am
From the ceiling up above

As it dangles to remind us

Of the spiderweb that binds us
                 A                 
And just complicates a simple thing 
G
as love


[Chorus]
D                        
Awake now I don't hear the 
              C
floorboards creaking
                          G
As you walk back from the window
Em                                 
Or feel your satin fingers drawing 
G
patterns
                          D
On my back where I lay dying
Without you I'm a child who sucks 
    C
the vacant thumb

Of emptiness left crying
                    D
When he has not had enough
G
At the mercy of an empty room