Marika Hackman - You come down

^CmYou come ^Gmdown with your ^Cmthorns in your ^Gmcrown ^CmTearing the ^Gmflesh from your ^Cmskull ^CmAnd the ^Gmtrick of the ^Cmbrain is the ^Gmtrickle in ^Cmvein As it ^Cmdrips from your ^Gmears and your ^Cmajnostrils But ^Abyou ^Ebcould al^Abways ^Ebmake ^Abthe ^Eblakes fill ^Abup

^CmTake my ^Gmhand leave my ^Cmheart to the ^Gmdamned As you ^Cmbuild m^Gme a bed in the ^Cmearth ^CmPeel back my s^Gmkin let the ^Cmdaffodils ^Gmin As you ^Cmbury me ^Gmback to my ^Cmbirth ^{Gm Ab}But ^Ebyou ^Abcould ^Ebalways ^Abmake ^Ebme ^Abhur^Cmt

Cause ^CmI will ^Fmgo to the ^Cmends of the ^EbEarth ^CmJust to ^Ghear you ^Ebsing ^CmMake no ^Fmmistake that the ^Cmheartache in my ^Ebwake ^EbFeels like the ^Gbreath of the ^Ebwind ^FmWithout ^Ebthe ^Fmforce to ^Fmpush ^Ebme ^Fmon

^CmPlough through the ^Gmsoil, hear the ^Gmcrunch of the ^Cmfoil As you ^Cmunwrap the ^Gmbread of my ^Cmheart ^CmChew through the ^Gmbones, close your ^Cmears to the ^Gmmoans ^CmOf you I now ^Gmam a ^Cmpart But ^Abhow ^Eblong ^Abcan ^Ebyou ^Abhold ^Ebon to your ^Abhead?

^CmTake my ^Gmlungs, pour the ^Cmsongs that we've ^Gmsung ^CmInto a ^Gmready-made ^Cmflask ^CmMouth open ^Gmwide as you ^Cmdrink it ^Gminside ^CmDrips through the ^Gmhole in your ^Cmmask But ^Abyou ^Ebcould ^Abalways ^Ebmake^Ab me ^Ebhur^Cmt.