The Hush Sound
Tom: Cm

Cm                          Ab
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
               G              Cm
Who missed the crimson apple? 
                     Ab              G    
It hung heavy on the tree above your head.
Cm                         Ab             G  
   This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect.
Cm                       Ab               G 
Give your immortality to me, I’ll set you up against the stars.
Cm                   Ab       G  
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on.
Cm                                        Ab  G 
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Cm
   Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Ab               G
  Who missed the crimson apple?
Cm                            Ab     G
 And there’s a discord in the garden tonight.
Ab               Eb               Bb               
  The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab                Eb                    Bb
        The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Cm                        Ab                  G
I cut the arrow from your neck, stretched you beneath the trees
Cm                        Ab               G  
 Among the roots and baby breath I covered us with silver leaves.
Cm                   Ab       G  
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on.
Cm                                        Ab  G   
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Ab                Eb               Bb 
   The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab                Eb                    Bb   
        The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Bb A
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Ab                Eb               Bb 
   The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab                Eb                    Bb 
        The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Bb A Ab                Eb               Bb 
        The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab                Eb                    Bb    Bb A Ab 
        The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
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