Her Quiet Footsteps

F                G            Am
    What is this place that I live?
    F              G
You don’t know the half of it
F               G               Am
    Why did she leave it all to me?
     F           G
Just hold it all down, they say


[Verse 2]

       F       G         Am           G
I’m asking for more than I could ever deserve
    F           G              F     Am    G
The smiles, the laughter, they ran along behind her
      F                  G
Quiet footsteps, they’re cold now
     Am                  G
It’s been three years or so and still
  F           G
I can’t comprehend it
     Am          G      F
This blue that’s left behind


[Chorus]

               Am
Was I ever the fighting one?
           C                    G
I couldn’t say that I feel that way
Fm                 Am
     I am only the healing one
               C
Holding my own hand
             G          F
With shaking arms


[Verse 3]

F                      G                 Am
    We jumped into the water off Rosebud pier
        F                   G
Two thousand and ten in the summer
F             G                  Am
   A fleeting memory lost to the wind
       F                 G
Just a picture held in a photo book


[Verse 4]

    F                   G
The small boy under the tree
Am             G
Circa nineteen sixty-three
          F                      G
Sure he’d be glad to see you and me
    Fm          Am     G
The white noise here reminds me that
     F             G
Your footsteps are cold now
     Am                  G
It’s been three years or so and still
  F           G
I can’t comprehend it
     Am          G      F
This blue that’s left behind


[Chorus]

               Am
Was I ever the fighting one?
           C                    G
I couldn’t say that I feel that way
Fm                Am
    I am only the healing one
               C
Holding my own hand
             G          F
With shaking arms


[Bridge]

F
Will the tears come to the surface
Am
Now that I’m sucked dry
         Em
An empty shell

I’ve got a piece of your heart
       F
Thrown up, spat out into the dark