G
She picks up a pen
              D
Writes down a word
                A
It doesn't feel right

              G
The novelty's gone
                D
The novel rolls on
               A
Until it's goodnight

            G
Will anyone read
               D
Much less understand
                   A
This thing she has made?

            G
Will anyone see
                  D
The truth of this thing
                 A
When it sees the light?

A                G
Love is what you are
             D  A
Not what you do
                G
I know what you are
      D    A
And I love you

                 G
The dream of her man
              D
Propels her along
           A
Into her demise

                 G
The hollowed out laugh
                   D
At the back of her throat
                A
The film of her eyes

                G
She hardly puts down
                   D
This thing she has bound
              A
Before she forgets

               G
She writes the end
D                    A
  But there is no surprise

A                G
Love is what you are
             D  A
Not what you do
                G
I know what you are
      D    A
And I love you

A                G
Love is what you are
             D  A
Not what you do
                G
I know what you are
      D    A
And I love you
      D    A
And I love you
      D    A
And I love you