Shawn Colvin – Polaroids (Guitar)

D                        D/B
Please, no more therapy, Mother take care of me,

D                        Em
Piece me together with a needle and thread.

D                     D/B
Wrap me in eiderdown, lace from your wedding gown.

D                       Em
Fold me and lay me down on your bed.

   G                   D/F#
Or liken me to a shoe, blackened and spit-shone through

Fmaj7                                        Aadd9
Kicking back home to you, smiling back home.

D                         D/B
Singing back home to you. Laughing back home to you,

Em7                        D
Dragging back home to you.

D                   D/B
I was so wary then, the ugly American

D                    Em
Thinner than oxygen, tough as a whore

D                         D/B
I said you can lie to me, I own what's inside of me

D                     Em
Nothing surprises me, anymore

G                       D/F#
But forests in Germany, kids in the Tuileries

Fmaj7                     Aadd9
Broken-down fortresses, in old Italy

D                       D/B
And claiming his victory, shrouded in mystery

Em7                     D
He went running away with me

D                   D/B
Back in our home New York, walking these streets forlorn

D                    Em
We all in our uniforms, black and black

D                         D/B
Doing that slouch and jive, the artist must survive

D                     Em
We got all we need we cried, and don't look back

G                       D/F#
Thinking we had it made, poised for the hip parade

Fmaj7                     Aadd9
Knee deep in accolades, the conceptual pair

D                       D/B
But ever the malcontent, he left without incident

Em7                     D
Vanished into thin air

D                   D/B
Now I am always amazed, words can fill up the page

D                    Em
Pages full up the days, between him and me

D                         D/B
But the vows that we never keep, from bedrooms to business-speak

D                     Em
Make me remember how cheap, words can be

G                       D/F#
And the letters I wrote you of, were those of the desperate stuff

Fmaj7                     Aadd9
Like begging for love in a suicide threat

D                       D/B
But I am too young to die, too old for a lullaby

Em7                     D
Too tired for life on the ledge

D                   D/B
But I had a dream last night, of lovers who walked the plank

D                    Em
Out on the edge of time, amidst ridicule

D                         D/B
They laughed as they rocked and reeled, over the mining fields

D                     Em
Coming to rest on this ship of fools

G                       D/F#
But he just took polaroids of her smile in the light

Fmaj7                     Aadd9
Of the dawn of the menacing sky

D                       D/B
And before they went overboard, she turned and held up a card

Em7                     D
And it said, Valentine