How Red Is Blood From A Broken Heard Teclado

	  

    F                       Bb     F 
How red is the blood from a broken heart  
    F                        C 
How rich is the colour that bleeds 
      Am                     Gm  
Is it scarlet and bright, a sailor's delight 
    F           Eb           Bb          F  
Or heavy; the darkness that snaps at its heels  

     F                          Bb    F 
How steady?s the pulse from a broken heart  
     F                     C 
How certain the rhythm it keeps  
      Am                       Gm  
Is it even and strong like the strike of a drum  
            F           Eb         Bb    F 
Or does it stagger and lurch with every beat  


Solo same as a verse 

     F                  Bb            F 
How deep is the wound I inflicted on you  
        F                    C 
And the cut that I gave to myself  
    Am                       Gm  
How long for to heal, for to scar, for to feel  
        F         Eb        Bb           F 
That my body has mended and returned to health  

    F                          Bb         F 
How soon will my thoughts stop turning to you  
       F                 C 
At the breaking of every day  
   Am                     Gm 
Before every road, every place that I go  
     F          Eb          Bb            F 
Will no longer whisper, nor cry out your name  


      Bb              C        Db       Dm                  G         
Ooooh The answers we seek are elusive;        shadows in a cindery night  
      Bb             Am      A  Dm 
Ooooh Locked up and hidden away  
                         Db 
With the heavens and the bookends of time  
      Bb              C             Db     Dm 
Ooooh We know how the heart and its chambers  
                   G 
Feed the body and keep it alive  
     Bb                     Dm 
But no one can say why the broken heart aches  
    Am                         Gm 
And where it will lead you and I  

Ab 

    F                       Bb      F 
How red is the blood from a broken heart  
     F                        C 
How rich is the colour that bleeds  
      Am                         Gm 
Is it welcome and warm like the first flush of dawn  
       F           Eb          Bb             F 
Or as cold as the tears that fall down your cheek