The Artist

What is wrong with her eyes? Dm F A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold. Bb A gaze that could make hell freeze over... Dm A I have to understand she's gone... Dm But she's not! F Don't you tell me that she is dead! Bb Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me! Dm F A Bb ...And something here is not quite right... Dm F Bb C Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes. Dm F But I cannot stand to turn away. Bb When I do, she'll be gone... C It's frightening... Bb Bb A Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door... A They'll be here soon. D E F G I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding. D E F G I wish I'd stop looking behind me. Bb Bb A Running now will only make it worse... A They'll be here soon. D E F G I wish I could shake the awful feeling. F G A/E I wish my mind would stop... Bb C Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. Dm As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Bb Paint abandons canvas. C Dm And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. Bb As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? I won't... Dm F Shaking as I rest her body down. Bb No one knows, only me... C It's frightening... Bb Bb A Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door... A They'll be here soon. D E F G I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding. D E F G I wish I'd stop looking behind me. Bb Bb A Running now will only make it worse... A They'll be here soon. D E F G I wish I could shake the awful feeling. F G A/E I wish my mind would stop... Bb C Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. Dm As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Bb Paint abandons canvas. C Dm And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. Bb As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? D E F G D E F G There's a madman glaring straight at me! D E F G D E F G 2x D E F G Oh I know I've seen his face before... D E F G F G A/E I am sure I've seen his face before... Bb C Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me. Dm As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? Bb Paint abandons canvas. C Dm And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch. Bb As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? I won't...