I

should

have

known

bet-

ter

To

see

what

I

could

see

My

black

shroud

Hold-

ing

down

my

feel-

ings

A

pil-

lar

for

my

e-

ne-

mies

I

should

have

wrote

a

let-

ter

And

grieve

what

I

hap-

pen

to

grieve

My

black

shroud

I

ne-

ver

trust

my

fee-

lings

I

wait-

ed

for

the

re-

me-

dy

When

I

was

three,

three,

may-

be

four

She

left

us

at

that

vi-

de-

o

store,

mmm...

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy,

mmm...

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy

I’m

light

as

a

feat-

her

I’m

bright

as

the

O-

re-

gon

breeze

My

black

shroud

Frigh-

tened

by

my

fee-

lings

I

on-

ly

wan-

na

be

a

re-

lief

No,

I’m

not

a

go-

get-

ter

The

de-

mon

had

a

spell

on

me

My

black

shroud

Cap-

tain

of

my

fee-

lings

The

on-

ly

thing

I

wan-

na

be-

lieve

When

I

was

three,

and

free

to

exp-

lore

I

saw

her

face

on

the

back

of

the

door,

mmm...

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy,

mmm...

Oh,

be

my

rest,

be

my

fan-

ta-

sy

I

should

have

known

bet-

ter

No-

thing

can

be

changed

The

past

is

still

the

past

The

bridge

to

no-

where

I

should

have

wrote

a

let-

ter

Ex-

plain-

ing

what

I

feel,

that

emp-

ty

feel-

ing

Don’t

back

down,

con-

cen-

trate

on

seeing

The

break-

ers

in

the

bar,

the

neigh-

bor’s

greet-

ing

My

brot-

her

had

a

daugh-

ter

The

beau-

ty

that

she

brings,

il-

lu-

mi-

na-

tion

Don’t

back

down,

there

is

no-

thing

left

The

break-

ers

in

the

bar,

no

rea-

son

to

live

I’m

a

fool

in

the

fet-

ter

Rose

of

Aa-

ron’s

beard,

where

you

can

reach

me

Don’t

back

down:

no-

thing

can

be

changed

Can-

ti-

le-

ver

bridge,

the

drun-

ken

sail-

or

My

brot-

her

had

a

daugh-

ter

The

beau-

ty

that

she

brings,

il-

lu-

mi-

na-

tion

Il-

lu-

mi-

na-

tion