Cradlesong Teclado

	  Capo II 

A 
I thud on a drum  

E 
barely a span long  

Bm                A 
the rough barrel-beat  

D 
was my cradlesong  


A                  E 
You ask why I keep still  

       Bm                         D 
why I don't pour it out into the night  

A 
You know  

E                     Bm 
You know if it rises and floats  

A           E      A       D 
It effaces every piece of light  

A                  
Foreign what my lips say  

E                    Bm         D 
Foreign my hair, my dress  

A                      E 
Foreign what your eyes ask  

Bm                  D 
about this strangeness  


A                  E 
You ask why I keep still  

Bm                                D 
why I don't pour it out into the night  

A 
You know  

E                          Bm 
You know if it rises and float  

A          E         A       D 
It effaces every piece of light  

A                     E 
When scream masses on wound  

Bm             D 
I want to meet you  

A                E 
When the great testimony  

Bm                           D 
from your branches trickles down  

A            E 
Here my soul grows  
Bm 
'til it smashes  
 Bm          A               D 
above the scene, the balcony