Why She's Acting This Way

[D]Like silence she [G]stands
Like laughter she [D]falls
From a castle of [G]sand
Like a memory she [D]calls.
And the mocking birds [G]scream
'Cause they can't make her [D]cry
They'll soon st[A]art t'belie[G]ve
That the lady has [D]died.

Aw what it all goes to show                     Take your Tinkerbell lies
It ain't may job to say                         And your weary desires
For who am I to know                            Take the tears in your eyes
Why She's Actin' This Way                       And your cup full of fire

Aw once again turn away                     Aw give your lover a call
If you're sure that it's done           If your legs start to fail
Tell your prophets to pray                      And he'll come break your fall
Tell your bandits to run                        With a bed full of nails.

Take your eyelids of stone                      No need to glance back again
They won't do you no harm                       There ain't nothin' to see
Take your cross made of bones           Just this drunken old man
And your flypaper arms.                         And this woman and me.

And when everything's placed            And you've made it quite plain
In your coffin of gold                          That we're just waistin' time
Throw a scarf 'round your face          And you say it seems strange
'Cause the subway gets cold                     That I'm stayin' behind.

Pack up your sunflower smile            But don't worry 'bout me
And your bandana blues                          I can make it alone
Take your worthless denials                     'Cause I got no place to be
They're all you got left to loose.      And I ain't far from home.