Musta  2/01 C
F     G
She put the pencil down, opened up a book
Could see the storm was close at hand, she gave me such a look
I saw the clouds fly by her eyes, the shadow cross her face
She could either tell me her intent, or die right in her place

Her time had come and gone so fast seems I was standing still
While she fed van Gogh’s white horses by his grave up on the hill
She kissed me on the church’s steps up by remy auvernge
They say that pictures cannot lie I say now “come again”
(Ch) Am      F  G
Her heart was crumpled papers, flying over the fence
Her eyes cold blue like the autumn sky with tears of rain and wind
Her voice was full of languages I‘d never understand
Her fingers played my guitar like a frailing piece of tin
F  G
She said to me she tried to be exactly what I wanted
There would be no denying that my house comes slightly haunted
Em   Dm  Bb   C
I musta loved her once she musta loved me twice
Em   Dm  Bb   
We musta been so happy in that freikin paradise 
F  G

She musta loved me more, than blue eyes love to cry
She musta ripped herself wide open like the autum sky
She never said one single word that didn’t touch my heart
We never sang it sweeter than when we knew we had to part
(Ch) Am      F  G
She’d call me on the phone, not making any sense
I’d listen up though anyway her voice was so intense
She did not Make no sense at all, couldn’t follow this or that
Why doncha use a sentence, a period for that
F  G
She said to me she tried to be exactly what I wanted
There would be no denying that my house comes slightly haunted
(Ch) Am      F  G
my house comes slightly haunted my house comes slightly haunted