Rapture Lyrics

Verse (Bm G Bm Bm*)
With photographs
And magnetic tape
Bm*We capture
Pretty animals in cagesPretty flowers in vasesEnraptured
E -10-9-7----------------------------- B --------10-8-7------------7-8-10---- G ---------------9-7-6-7-9------------ D ------------------------------------ A ------------------------------------ E ------------------------------------ And doesn't the treeE -3-2-0--------------------------------------------- B -------3-2-0--------------------------------------- G -------------2-0----------------------------------- D -----------------4-2------------------------------- A --------------------------------------------------- E --------------------------------------------------- Write great poetry'E -9-7-------------------9-7-------------------------- B -----10-8-7-6--------------10-8-7-6----------------- G --------------9-7--------------------9-7------------ D ---------------------------------------------------- A ---------------------------------------------------- E ---------------------------------------------------- Doing itself
E --------5-3-2------------------------------- B --------------5-3-2-0----------------------- G ----------------------2-0------------------- D -------------------------------------------- A -------------------------------------------- E -------------------------------------------- so well
Do you blame monet? His gardens in givernyHe captured And lovely bashoHis plunking ponds and toadsEnraptured
The fate of kurt cobain Junk coursing through his veinsAnd young virginia woolf Death came and hung her coat
Love of color, sound and words Is it a blessing or a curse'Enraptured
Sing me your lover's song
Come with me we'll head up north
Where the rivers run icy and strong
The empty theater is lying cold
In the shadows of the past
A church group enters to touch the molding
With a burst of song and a simple repast
Guitars can't help but sing
Can't help but ring
A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips
Of a stranger on the corner
A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists
And the bees come round to adorn her
All the time spent dreaming is never lost
Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns
Souls lost into the ether of death
Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns
Hearts can't help but sing
Can't help but ring