C
It's only an image of her
D                             G
Just a trick of the light 


G
I have a letter, familiar paper.
             C             D
I keep a figurine in a locket
G
It's dedicated, engraved initials.
             C             D
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook

(This is the Chorus)
C                         D
Well the rim of her mouth is golden,
G                         C
But her eyes were just desert sands.
C                        G
But that's not her.
C                        G
That's just the light.
C                        G
Only an image of her.
D                        G
Just a trick of the light.

I have a letter, gives me directions
Name of the street where I should turn.
Spoke to a woman that burst into flames
Saying "back to you honey, no returns".

(Chorus)

I was beating on her like an anvil.
Beating her out of original shape.
With that same old panic, caught on her face
I copied the image of the ancient template.

(Chorus)

(Instrumental Break)

There's a man, sowing sunflowers,
There's a woman, weeping weeds.
You can find no rest in sleep,
You can find no peace in greed.