A E F#m E My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune A E F# You came from nowhere in a song A E F#m E It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes A E F# Could only show me what was wrong H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E He never left me his number H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E F# Then he was gone and I wondered A E F#m E Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill? A E F# Why did the old man wash his hands? A E F#m E Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill? A E F# And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E He never left me his number H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E F# Then he was gone and I wondered A E H F# Oh-oh, oh-oh A E F#m E When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon A E F# A father lost his mother's son A E F#m E And though they knew the resurrection would be soon A E F# The time was spent, they carried on, o-on H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E He never left me his number H E He took me flying on his crimson ship F# A E F# H Then he was gone and I wondered F# Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .