Flesh

Dbm
Found you in a hole, it was enough.
A                 E
Needed you to work on my wounds.
Dbm
Offered up the back of your hand.
A                 B
Suitable enough.

Dbm
I've been pretty low.
           A                 E
So I fall back into your arms once 
more.
Dbm             (stop) Dbm          
(stop)
Give to me your flesh; you keep the 
rest.
     A                       B  
(hold)
We'll try this one again.


CHORUS

Dbm                        A     
I don't ever think what I want 
                   E
could be considered Love,
                         A
but it is what I want anyway.
Dbm                          A   
Beauty in the dark, fragile 
                         E         
heart, see the end from the start.
    A

Dbm                          A   
I don't ever think what you need 
                    E
could be considered me,
                             A
still you drop everything anyway.

    Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B   
(hold)


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VERSE

Dbm
Now it's how it was when I was lost,
 A              E
in a sea of skin that talks.
Dbm
Louder than the bones that it coats.
  A                    B
Strong enough to overthrow growth.

Dbm
How do you access a burly mess,
 A                E
coined as a result of your head?
Dbm              (stop)Dbm  (stop)
Turn and face the hurt you harbor.
 A                      B (hold)
Wish yourself the best.


CHORUS

Dbm                        A     
I don't ever think what I want 
                   E
could be considered Love,
                         A
but it is what I want anyway.
Dbm                          A   
Beauty in the dark, fragile 
                         E         
heart, see the end from the start.
    A

Dbm                          A   
I don't ever think what you need 
                    E
could be considered me,
                             A
still you drop everything anyway.

    Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B   

  Dbm - E  ...


BRIDGE

Dbm                        A     
Damn all those tricks of yours; 
                 E
make me feel so small.
                         B
I've got some, lots of them. I'm 
waiting for my turn to turn.
Dbm                        A     
Damn all those tricks of yours; 
                 E
make me feel so small.
                         B          
                     A  (hold)
I've got some, lots of them. I'm 
waiting for my turn to turn.


CHORUS

Dbm                        A     
I don't ever think what I want 
                   E
could be considered Love,
                         A
but it is what I want anyway.
Dbm                          A   
Beauty in the dark, fragile 
                         E         
heart, see the end from the start.
    A

Dbm                          A   
I don't ever think what you need 
                    E
could be considered me,
                             A
still you drop everything anyway.