Lucinda Williams – Broken Butterflies (Guitar)

    C
You wear your anger well and stand

    G
For all the world to see

  Dm
A heavy cloak, that one gloved hand

    C
And no humility

    C
You stand inside the garden

    G
And feast on black cherries

    Dm
And swallow the mana from heaven

    C
And spit out the seeds

    C
You spread your anger on sharp edged knives

       G
Cut my skin and make it bleed

     Dm
Like Pilate in his self-righteousness

          C
You are a traitor and a thief

  C
Choking on your unplanned words

G
Coughing up your lies

Dm
Tumbling from your mouth

            C
A flurry of broken butterflies

 C
Broken butterflies

                G
They rest their wings snapped in two

Dm
On their way to certain death

      C
Their colours gold and blue

         C
With the blood that flows I can not hide

    G
The blood that covers me

Dm
Nourishes the butterflies 

             C
And they are healed and are set free

  C
I wish you had what Ruth possessed

       G
Then I don't expect that of you

Dm
Grace and honour and faithfulness

      C
And a love that you refused

         C
Will you ever learn to just forgive

         G
Will you open your beautiful eyes

    Dm
And bleed the way Christ did

            C
And fix the broken butterflies

C
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh

G
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh

Dm
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh

C
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh