|Ring on the Sill|
[F] [C] [G] [F] [C] [G]
She placed her [F] ring on the [C] sill,
[G] dishes piled high.
She’s on the [F] front porch step [C]
and the air smells like [G] snow. [NC]
[Cmaj7] She’s thinking of the siege to [Em] come
and how’ll she’ll [Am] miss those weekends
in the park with the sun on her [Dm] face
and her book by her [F] side and that
lingering [C] taste that he left on her [G] tongue.
He lifts his [F] glass from the [C] table.
It leaves a [G] ring where it stood.
He sees the [F] light from the [C] window
caress her [G] like he knows he should.
He’s [Cmaj7] remembering the first time he [Em] kissed her
and how he’d [Am] wake
and immediatley he’d miss her,
[Dm] like a spell, with each breath,
[F] he’d taste he breath like a [C] haunting,
[G] irritating as [C] hell.
[E] Do you rem- [G] ember when you’d [F] pray
to never see [C] the day
when [F] someone would make you [C] feel this way.
‘Cause you [Dm] knew
it would cut right [Am] through you
[C] and once inside, you were [G] afraid they’d find
[F] nothing to [C] hold on [F] to. [C] [G] [F] [C] [G]
He puts her [F] ring on her [C] finger,
she [G] brushes back his hair.
He takes a [F] sip from his [C] glass,
she inhales the [G] cold fall air. [NC]
And they’re [Cmaj7] thinking of the long road [Em] ahead
and the [Am] strength that they will need
just to reach the end.
And [Dm] there in the silence they [F] search for
the balance between this [C] fear they feel
and a [G] love that had graced their [C] lives.
[G] [F] [C] [G] [F] [C]