C all I perceive is wasted and broken F silvery streams, sacred when spoken C slam into me and into the ditch of de- F bris... and you C smoke in the park and sleep in the greenery F everyone barks and they are all still believing, to C tear out your heart would send all your secrets to F me... but I let you Em down, and swollen and F small is where you'll find me Em now, with that silver stripping F off from my tongue you're tearing Em out, and you'll never hear me F G talk...