CAPO V G C x2 G C Of larks trains windows and brooks G C The poet he writes it all down in his book G C Won't meet your eye but he wants you to look Am D In Hull or hell he lies Am D In Hull or hell he lies G C Lambs in the winter and swans in the spring G C Children at play they're like birds on the wing G C And the poet he writes that the sun seems to swing Am D In Hull or hell he lies Am D In Hull or hell he lies G C Away from the world and away from the page G C Hidden in corners the gathering of age G C Retreats to the wings where he once held the stage Am D In Hull or hell he lies Am D In Hull or hell he lies G C The dirt and the filth that we don't get to see G C That's eating his language away G C AmDm This yellow-eyed nastiness hides from the light of the day G C x2 G C Resenting the everyday growing so old G C Where winter once pictured as flowers in fold G C Turned frosty and bitter and weathered and cold Am D In Hull or hell he lies Am D In Hull or hell he lies ... (Repeat and fade) G C His housemaid she tried but the dirt grew so fast G C The darkest of colours he nailed to the mast G C Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in the past