A                      G                F#
Deep within your eyes, I see what hides behind...your smile
A                          G                        F#
What happened out there to make you so scared as to chase these wicked minds(?)
A                                   G                     F#
How many have come and gone, another brother another son...another passerby
A                      G                        F#
So many ways to say, lies find their way to the image in your mind.


[Chorus]

Bm              E          A            D
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
Bm               E          A            D
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
Bm                 E          A            D
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm              E                  A            D
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
Bm         G             D        
Let it in, let's begin..


[Verse]

A                          G                       F#
Saw you sitting there on a boat on a chair, down a river smooth and wide
A                             G                          F#
On the shore I stare with our people standing there as a mother floats on by
A                          G                   F#
As the river took her in a storm did begin and blew the sky away


[Chorus]

Bm              E          A            D
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
Bm              E          A            D
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
Bm                 E          A            D
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm              E                  A            D
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
Bm               G       D         G          D
Let it in, let's begin ooh let it in , let's begin


[Bridge]

Am             C                   G           D
I remember you walking through the park a red star
Am               C
Archer pulls his bow and aims for his mark


[Verse]

A                         G                             F#
This tapestry we weave black thread and bright string on a loom of tears and time
A                      G                               F#
The fire all but dead a cold lays round the bed as she whispers all a lie......its all a lie 


[Chorus]

Bm              E          A            D
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
Bm               E          A            D
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
Bm                 E          A          D
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm               E                 A            D
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
G           D
Let it in, lets begin etc....