Thrice – Silver Wings (Ukulele)

     Cm
From tender years you took me for granted

      Ab
But still I deigned to wander through your lungs

      Cm
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,

       Ab
(Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung)

  Fm
I drew the poison from the summer's sting,

    Ab
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.

   Fm
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;

    Ab
And if you'd let me I would move again.

     Bb
I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair;

       Ab
Helped form the final words before your death.

      Bb
I've pitied you and plied your sails with air;

       Ab
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.

    Eb           Bb        Ab
And after all of this I am amazed,

     Eb              Bb             Ab
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.