A             Db
   You are Sanskrit on my skin.
        F#m           D             E
Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper.
A                             Db             
 Name yourself sinner, I only play for pennies,
                     F#m                   D
And I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness.
           E
I play for dead things.



A                         E
Pull the bones from their sockets,
          F#m                             D          E      
Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant.




A         E
Sarasvati saw me to sleep.
F#m         D                E
I rested my head against the knees
        A                 E
And the music I like rose up and down
     F#m            D
Like bobbing bodies in the river bend.