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)