A E F#m E
My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune
A E F#
You came from nowhere in a song
A E F#m E
It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes
A E F#
Could only show me what was wrong
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E
He never left me his number
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E F#
Then he was gone and I wondered
A E F#m E
Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?
A E F#
Why did the old man wash his hands?
A E F#m E
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?
A E F#
And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E
He never left me his number
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E F#
Then he was gone and I wondered
A E H F#
Oh-oh, oh-oh
A E F#m E
When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon
A E F#
A father lost his mother's son
A E F#m E
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
A E F#
The time was spent, they carried on, o-on
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E
He never left me his number
H E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F# A E F# H
Then he was gone and I wondered
F#
Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .
