INTRO [B] VERSE 1 [B]Lichen grows on her window ledge, [E] Desperately it clings, [G#m] just like her it crawls along, [F#]withering.[E] [B]Once she was such a maiden fair, [E] luscious as a rose. [G#m] Beauty's fleeting season passed, [F#]So it goes.[E] My [F#]God! it sh[E]ows. From [F#]head to to[E]es....