Shadow Maker

[Verso 1] D F I'm a reader of books, a teller of stories Em C G D A poet in danger of drowning in words G C And sometimes a singer who needs to remember A7 D That some songs are better off left to the birds [Refrão] C Am The shadow maker still picks at the paper Bm D And hands me a shadow that looks just like me G C He's better than some with an eye and a thumb A7 D G For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see [Verso 2] D F The young artist waits for his friends at the doorway Em C G D And feeds on the praise that belongs to the proud G C His muses all dressed in their gallery best A7 D Will bend down to greet the applause of the crowd [Refrão] C Am The shadow maker still picks at the paper Bm D A bucking horse cowboy as plain as can be G C He's better than most with a lie or a boast A7 D G For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see [Verso 3] D F It's one of those nights in the heat of the night Em C G D When the truth is a razor, electric and shrill G C The mannequins sing and the registers ring A7 D And the dead tell us all how the living can kill [Refrão] C Am The shadow maker still picks at the paper Bm D I feel like a door that's been handed the key G C He's better than some with a knife or a gun A7 D G For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see [Refrão] C Am The shadow maker still picks at the paper Bm D And hands me a shadow that looks just like me G C He's better than some with an eye and a thumb A7 D G For he knows how to touch and he knows how to see