2 acessos
D F#m Well she's kind of like an artist, G D Sittin' on the floor. G D She never finishes, she abandons, G D Never shows a soul. Verse 2: D F#m And she's kind of like a movie, G D That everyone rushes to see. G D And no one understands it, G D Sittin' in their seats. Chorus: F#m G She opens her mouth to speak and F#m Bm What comes out's a mystery, F#m G She's thought about, an' I've understood, D She's achin' to be D F#m G x 2 Verse3: D F#m Well she dances alone in nightclubs, G D Every other day of the week. G D People look right through her, G D Baby doll check your cheek. Verse 4: D F#m And she's kind of like a poet, G D Who finds it hard to speak. G D The colors come so slowly, G D Like the colors down a sheet. Chorus Bridge: A G I've been achin' for a while now, friend, A G I've been achin' hard for years. D F#m G D F#m G Verse5: D F#m Well she's kind of like an artist, G D Who uses paints no more. G D She never shows what she's doing, G D She never shows a soul. Chorus2: F#m G I saw one of your pictures, F#m Bm There was nothin' that I could see, G F#m If no one's on your canvas, G D Well, I'm achin'... to be Chorus3: F#m G She closes her mouth to speak and F#m Bm She closes her eyes to see, G F#m She's thought about an' only love and G D F#m G She's achin'... to be D F#m G D Just like me.