Lilly
by Cory Branan

	D:

e|---0--------(12)----------------------------
B|---0-----------------(12)-------------------
G|--11-------11-------------------------------
D|--12----12--------12------------------------
A|--12----------------------------------------
E|--10--10--------10--------10----------------

	E:

e|--------------------------------------------
B|--------------------------------------------
G|---------11---------11----------11-------11-
D|------12---------12----------12-------12----
A|--------------------------------------------
E|--0----------0-------------0--------0-------

	A:

e|--------------------------------------------
B|---------10---------------------------------
G|-------9---------12-------------------------
D|----11--------11----------------------------
A|--0---------0-------------------------------
E|--------------------------------------------

Verse: D, E (swept/arpeggiated)

(E)                                 D
    We were just a phase of flowers

E     
happy days and happy hours

        D        
and the rain streamed down a fatal dose

        E                       D
and her eyes seemed far away up close

Bridge:

   E
when all the things you meant to me
   R                              A
and all the awful in between gets tired

Chorus:

                  E
Lilly I guess the best trick

             D
is to see the magic

E                     D
once you've seen the wires

E
My pulse held still for her to pass
                           D
and my heart beat again at last

Now the roof is sitting on the floor
the past is fitten in a drawer
                            A
and all the lonely papers play
like we were only made for make believe
    E
and fire
                  E
Lilly I guess the best trick
               D
is to see some magic
E                    D
once you've seen the wires

Against the grain of a breeze
cars my girl and dark perfume

The doors open out
the night skies make room

My doors all face in
the night skies just race in and blew

Go on home to your little tomb
with what's left of your heart
like the bark of the ghost of the dog still chasing his car

Cause I'm south enough now
south enough to rest
the bird are singing
sweet meaningless

Lilly i guess the best trick
is to see the magic
once you've seen the wires