[F#m]I took my darling [A]down, I took my darling [G]down
To that big grey house down the lane
[F#m]And then the doctor [A]said, he said "It's in her[G] head
She's never going to be right again"
[Am]I kissed my love goodb[D]ye, s[Am]he didn't blink an ey[D]e
[Am]They took her down the h[D]all, she never looked back at all[B]
Chorus:
Oh be[G]hind grey [Dm]walls, somewhere there's a soul
Be[G]hind grey [Dm]walls, she's out of control
[Em7]She's crying out for help, no-one can hear
[A7]O Lord have pity on her, O[B] Lord have pity on her
My darling walks the floor, my darling walks the floor
She walks every minute that she can
I heard my darling say, I heard my darling say
That she don't know who I am
Cigarette burns down her arm, said she tried to do herself harm
Tied her arms in the back, trussed her up like a sack
Chorus
I saw my darling's face, I saw my darling's face
It looked so pale in the distance
She stared out from her room into the dying gloom
And I saw her poor tears glisten
Pills to keep her calm, more punctures than a junkie in her arm
Strapped her on the bed, seventy volts through her head
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
[email protected]
To that big grey house down the lane
[F#m]And then the doctor [A]said, he said "It's in her[G] head
She's never going to be right again"
[Am]I kissed my love goodb[D]ye, s[Am]he didn't blink an ey[D]e
[Am]They took her down the h[D]all, she never looked back at all[B]
Chorus:
Oh be[G]hind grey [Dm]walls, somewhere there's a soul
Be[G]hind grey [Dm]walls, she's out of control
[Em7]She's crying out for help, no-one can hear
[A7]O Lord have pity on her, O[B] Lord have pity on her
My darling walks the floor, my darling walks the floor
She walks every minute that she can
I heard my darling say, I heard my darling say
That she don't know who I am
Cigarette burns down her arm, said she tried to do herself harm
Tied her arms in the back, trussed her up like a sack
Chorus
I saw my darling's face, I saw my darling's face
It looked so pale in the distance
She stared out from her room into the dying gloom
And I saw her poor tears glisten
Pills to keep her calm, more punctures than a junkie in her arm
Strapped her on the bed, seventy volts through her head
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
[email protected]
