If you could (G)read my mind, love, what a tale my thoughts could tell.

Just like an (G)old pa per time back mo vie, ’bout a ghost from a wish ing well.

In a cas tle (G)dark

or a (C)for tress strong, with (D)chains up on my (Em)feet.

You (C)know that ghost is (G)me.

And (C)I will nev er (G)be set free as (A7sus4)long as I’m a (D)ghost that you can’t (G)see.

If I could (G)read your mind, love, what a tale your thoughts could tell.

Just like a (G)old pa per time back nov el, the kind ghost the a drug stores sell.

Then you reached the (G)part

where the (C)heart aches come, the (D)he ro would be (Em)me.

But (C)he ros of ten (G)fail,

and (C)you won’t read that (G)book a gain be (A7sus4)cause the end ing’s (D)just too hard to (G)take.

I’d walk a way

like a (C)mov ie star who gets (D)burned in a three way (Em)script.

(C)En ter num ber (G)two:

a (C)mov ie queen to (G)play the scene of (A7sus4)bring ing all the (D)good things out of (Em)me.

But for (C)now, love, let’s be (G)real;

I (C)nev er thought I could (G)feel this way and I’ve (A7sus4)got to say that I (D)just don’t get it.

I don’t know where (G)we went wrong, but the (A7sus4)feel in’s gone and I (D)just can’t get it back.

(Em)feet.

But (C)sto ries al ways (G)end,

and (C)if you read be (G)tween the lines, you’d (A7sus4)know that I’m just (D)tryin’ to un der (Em)stand

the (C)feel in’s that you (G)lack.

I (C)nev er thought I could (G)feel this way and I’ve (A7sus4)got to say that I (D)just don’t get it.

I don’t know where (G)we went wrong, but the (A7sus4)feel in’s gone and I (D)just can’t get it back!