from Timber Timbre (2009) F A7 Dm Dm x3 BF F A Dm Death she must have been your will Bb F A bone beneath the reaper?s veil F A Dm With your voice my belly sunk, Bb F And I began to feel so drunk F A Dm Candle candle on my clock Bb Oh lord I must have heard you... F A7 Dm Bb ....knock me out of bed, as the flames licked my head F A7 Dm Bb and my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack F A7 Dm Bb It was real, and I repent all those messages you sent F A7 clear as day, but in the night Dm Bb Oh I couldn?t get it right Here is the church and here is the steeple Open the doors there are the people And all their little hearts at ease For another week?s disease And eagle eagle talon scream I never once left in between I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents Down my throat into the pit, with my head upon a spit Oh reverend please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear And I know there?s no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host F A7 Dm Bb x8