2 acessos
Bm A D A Bm i. fVII iii fVII i Bm In the bitter endless kind of blue A where just a little spark will do D i lie awake and i think of you A Bm sweetness that we've tasted Bm this ole room with no great view A testament to see me through D i drift away on dreams of you A Bm the tenderness that we wasted Chorus: G A there's nothing down here on god's green earth D Bm like the touch of a woman that I love so much G A nothing between the heavens and depths of hell D Bm got a thing on the woman that i love so well In the bitter endless kind of space that's half a dozen shades of grey i recall the colours of your face the finer things about you this ole cracked and crooked place a good book to save my grace i ponder long on glory days i ponder life without you