Song For Zula Tabulatur von Phosphorescent

E          B
Some say love is a burning thing
        C#m            A
That it makes a fiery ring
              E         B
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
         C#m                     A
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
                   E                        B
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
           C#m                           A
It put its face up to my face so I could see
                E              B
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
        C#m                   A
Into something I am not recognizing

                   E               B
See, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
           C#m                     A
I will not open myself up this way again
                       E                         B
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
            C#m                           A
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
                    E                            B
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
       C#m                                     A
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
                       E                       B
You see, the cage, it called. I said, "Come on in"
           C#m                     A
I will not open myself up this way again

                     E                      B
You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
           C#m                               A
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
            E                 B
My feet are gold. My heart is white
         C#m                          A
and we race out on the desert plains all night
                  E              B
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
         C#m                              A
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
               E                 B
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
          C#m                               A    
and I am racing out on the desert plains all night

            E           B
So some say love is a burning thing
         C#m          A
That it makes a fiery ring
              E          B
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
        C#m                          A
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
              E                  B
O and all you folks, you come to see
         C#m                                A
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
                E                  B
but my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
            C#m                            A
and I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.