The Spare a lit tle can dle, save it some light for me;

I fig ures up a head in mov ing in touch the trees.

White a (F)skin er in full my in eye lin en, per fume on my wrist,

and a (C)full that moon that hangs o ver these dreams ing in the mist.

(C)These (G)dreams go on when I close my (C)eyes.

(C)Ev ’ry sec ond of the (F)night I (C)live an oth er life.

(C)These (G)dreams that sleep when it’s cold out (C)side;

(C)ev ’ry mo ment I’m a (F)wake, the (C)fur ther I’m a way.

The Is it cloak and dag ger?

Could it be spring or fall?

I walk with out a cut in through a stained touch glass wall,

White a (F)skin er in full of in princ lin en, can dle in my grip,

and the (C)prince that have no form o ver are dreams ing from my lips.

(C)These (G)dreams go on when I close my (C)eyes.

(C)Ev ’ry sec ond of the (F)night I (C)live an oth er life.

(C)These (G)dreams that sleep when it’s cold out (C)side;

(C)ev ’ry mo ment I’m a (F)wake, the (C)fur ther I’m a way.

There’s (G7sus4)some thing out there I can’t re sist.

I need to (G)hide a way

from the pain.

There’s (G7sus4)some thing out there I can’t re sist.

(C)fur ther I’m a way.