Syrinx

I stand in the garden

And I wait for you

You said you would be here

So where are you?

A

I've hid from the gardener

My suitcase as well

c

I peek through the roses

Is that you up there?

A

The room looks inviting

Dinner's been served

C

You glance out the window (for a second)

And turn back to them

A

I hear your wife's laughter

Then I hear your voice

Eb

As keen as an oboe

Sweet sound of remorse

F#

The night gets colder

The moon is barely there

Eb

And I feel so foolish

B

With tears down my face

C I lay on the grass like something that broke

Nowhere to go now

But maybe below

A I thought you my fate

Til death do me part

C I feel my feet turning

To stone in the ground

F (5th)

I FEEL my legs turning

Bb6 MAJ7 Am7

To stone in the mud. moves up petrifying my abdomen

Im becoming a statue

In your flower garden x2

The next your daughter

thought I was a gift

And when you all perished

The tourists came in

My picture they take

And call me Syrinx

I still look to your balcony

Praying for an earthquake.