Cain

The Choir

Dm
Wicked words embrace the darkness
C                 G
For reasons too cruel
      Dm
They hide in the throats of cowards who wait
         C                      G
In the shadows with knives for fools

Angry words lie still on the script
And wait for their scene
They leap from the lips of lovers betrayal
Too bitter to blame on caffein

Bb
Love waved a white flag
Gm
Fear ran her through
Bb
What could I do?

Dm                       Bb
I washed my robe in the river
Gm                        Bb
I washed my hands in the rain
Dm                       Bb
I washed my robe in the river
Bb                           C
I cursed the crime and the stain

Wicked words embrace the darkness
For reasons too cruel
They hide in the throats of cowards who wait
In the shadows with knives for fools

Love waved a white flag...

I washed my robe...

Love waved a white flag
Fear raised a gun
What have I done?

I washed my robe...
(courtesy of Shannon Penner)