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

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


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

    Dbm - E - A     Dbm - A - B     Dbm - E  ...


BRIDGE

Dbm                        A                      E
Damn all those tricks of yours; make me feel so small.
                         B
I've got some, lots of them. I'm waiting for my turn to turn.  
Dbm                        A                      E
Damn all those tricks of yours; 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                        E
I don't ever think what I want could be considered Love,
                         A
but it is what I want anyway.
Dbm                          A                            E             A
Beauty in the dark, fragile heart, see the end from the start.          
Dbm                          A                       E
I don't ever think what you need could be considered me,
                             A
still you drop everything anyway.