Intro:
   F Gm Bb F
   F Gm C F
 
Verse 1:
F                                Gm
I couldn't utter my love when it counted
                           Bb              F
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
                                          Gm
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
                           Bb              F
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
 
Chorus 1:
Dm          C
Words hung above
    F           Bb
But never would form
Dm                C     F              Dm
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Dm          C          F   Bb    
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
Dm                    C                   F
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
 
Interlude: Gm Dm C F
 
Verse 2:
F                                Gm
Had no idea on what ground I was founded
                        Bb              F
All of that goodness is going with you now
F                                Gm
Then when I met you my virtues uncounted
                      Bb              F
All of my goodness is going with you now
 
Chorus 2:
Dm       C       F              Bb
Dragging along, follow in your form
Dm            C            F            Dm
Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
Dm          C          F     Bb    
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
       Dm             C                  F
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
 
Interlude:
   F Gm Bb F
   F Gm C F
 
Verse 3:
  F                                Gm
I fled to the city with so much discounted
                          Bb           F
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
F                                     Gm
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
                          Bb           F
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
 
Chorus 3:
      Dm              C
I was housed by your warmth
F    Bb
Thus transformed
        Dm           C          F         Dm
By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn
Dm          C          F     Bb    
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
       Dm             C                  F
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn