Paul Kelly – The Body Keeps The Score (Guitar Live)

C                                    Am
I thought that I had said goodbye for good

C                                            Am
To everything I’d left behind in that old dark wood

                     F
Now I’m back in the shade

                       C
There’s a stranger at my door

               Dm           F
With a bill I haven’t paid

                   C
The body keeps the score

C
I thought that I was clean away

                              Am
But the body always keeps the score

C
Thought I’d stepped into a brighter day

                              Am
But the body always keeps the score

                              F
Now I can hear that whispering blade

                              C
Of the knife in the nighttime kitchen drawer

                       Dm        F
And I’m standing here so afraid

                    C
The body keeps the score

G                                   Am      F
Oh, my love, I’m sorry, you’ve done nothing wrong

G                                              Am   F
Oh, how could you tell, I hid it so well, even from myself

                        C         F
You know I’m a ticking time bomb

                                        C
A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb

C                                     Am
I said to Satan, “Now, get thee behind me!”

C                                                              Am
But Satan likes to take his time, Satan he don’t pay no mind to me

                        F                                    C
He changes shape into an imp, a little imp, and burrows down deep inside

                      Dm               F
Then up he jumps with blazing eyes and cries, “SURPRISE!

                                C
Your body’s MINE and I know the score!”

                                        C
A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb

F                                       C
A tick tick tick tick tick tick ticking time bomb

                          F
The body always keeps the score

                            C
The knife lies sleeping in the drawer

                            Dm
The imp lies curled up in the core

F                  C
The body keeps the score