C Em x4
And she s[C]its there by the w[Em]all
Making ho[C]les where I just s[Em]tood
And her h[C]ands, they touch he[Em]r face
Like her [C]face is made of w[Em]ood
And she h[C]olds onto a[Em] memory
Of som[C]ething I never s[Em]aid
But she s[C]till can't quite r[Em]emember
If my e[C]yes are blue or d[Em]ead
She's the mo[G]ther of us [Em]all
She's the v[G]ictim of my s[Em]adness
And the m[G]ore she tries to [Em]know it
The mo[G]re she'll never f[Em]ill it
She's a un[G]iversal em[Em]ptiness
A un[G]iversal e[Em]mptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
And a t[G]otal lack of f[Em]aith
C Em x4
And I s[C]aw her once b[Em]efore
Down o[C]n her bended k[Em]nees
Through a wi[C]ndow of the c[Em]hurch at night
Con[C]fessing to the br[Em]oken priest
She is ho[C]ly, as all[Em] women are
And she su[C]ffers like a sa[Em]int
Yeah, she t[C]ouched my hand with cr[Em]uelty
But I was pu[C]nished far too l[Em]ate
She's the m[G]other of us a[Em]ll
She's the g[G]uardian our[Em] sins
And the m[G]ore she tries to s[Em]ave us
The m[G]ore she pulls us [Em]in
She's a un[G]iversal em[Em]ptiness
A un[G]iversal e[Em]mptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universe.[Em].ahah
She's the last mistake [Em]we make...
And she s[C]its there by the w[Em]all
Making ho[C]les where I just s[Em]tood
And her h[C]ands, they touch he[Em]r face
Like her [C]face is made of w[Em]ood
And she h[C]olds onto a[Em] memory
Of som[C]ething I never s[Em]aid
But she s[C]till can't quite r[Em]emember
If my e[C]yes are blue or d[Em]ead
She's the mo[G]ther of us [Em]all
She's the v[G]ictim of my s[Em]adness
And the m[G]ore she tries to [Em]know it
The mo[G]re she'll never f[Em]ill it
She's a un[G]iversal em[Em]ptiness
A un[G]iversal e[Em]mptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
And a t[G]otal lack of f[Em]aith
C Em x4
And I s[C]aw her once b[Em]efore
Down o[C]n her bended k[Em]nees
Through a wi[C]ndow of the c[Em]hurch at night
Con[C]fessing to the br[Em]oken priest
She is ho[C]ly, as all[Em] women are
And she su[C]ffers like a sa[Em]int
Yeah, she t[C]ouched my hand with cr[Em]uelty
But I was pu[C]nished far too l[Em]ate
She's the m[G]other of us a[Em]ll
She's the g[G]uardian our[Em] sins
And the m[G]ore she tries to s[Em]ave us
The m[G]ore she pulls us [Em]in
She's a un[G]iversal em[Em]ptiness
A un[G]iversal e[Em]mptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universal[Em] emptiness
's a[G] universe.[Em].ahah
She's the last mistake [Em]we make...
