CmShe moA#ves with shaD#meless woG#nder
TheA# perfect creCmature rD#arely G#seen
SCmince some A#lie I brGmought the thG#under
WhenGm the lG#and was goA#dless anD#d free

Her eyes look sharp and steady
Into the empty parts of me
But still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs

Gm   G# Always a well dressed Gmfor G#  
Who wouldn't spare the wronGmg    G#  
Never for mA#e 

ScCmreaming the nD#ame
Of a forG#eigner’s D#God x3
The G#purest exprA#ession of D#grief

Wondering who I copy
Mustering some tender charm
She feels no control of her body
She feels no safety in my arms

I've no language left to say it
But all I do is quake to her
Breaking if I try convey it
The broken love I make to her

All that I've been taught
And every word I've got
Is foreign to me

Screaming the name of a foreigner's God x3
The purest expression of grief