Love of mine,

some day (Dm)you will die,

but I’ll be (Bb)close be hind.

I’ll fol low you

in to the dark.

No (F)blind ing light

or tun nels to (Dm)gates of white,

just our hands (Bb)clasped so tight,

wait ing for

the hint of a (C)spark.

If (Dm)heav en and hell de cide

that they both are sat is fied,

il (Dm)lu mi nate the “no’s”

on their va

can cy signs;

if (Dm)there’s no one be side you

when your (A)soul

em barks,

then (Bb)I’ll fol low you in to the dark.

In Cath ’lic school,

as vi cious as (Dm)Ro man rule,

I got my (Bb)knuck les bruised

by a la

dy in black.

I (F)held my tongue

as she (Dm)told me, “Son,

fear is the (Bb)heart of love.”

So I nev

er went back.

If

(F)You and me

have seen ev ’ry (Dm)thing to see,

from Bang kok to (Bb)Cal ga ry,

and the soles

of your shoes

are (F)all worn down.

The time for (Dm)sleep is now,

but it’s noth ing to (Bb)cry a bout,

’cause we’ll hold

each oth er soon

in the black

est of rooms.

If (Dm)heav en and hell de cide

that they both are sat is fied,

il (Bb)lu mi nate the “no’s”

on their va

can cy signs;

if (Dm)there’s no one be side you

when your (A)soul

em barks,

then (Bb)I’ll fol low you in to the dark.

Then (Bb)I’ll fol low you in to the dark.