Artist: Disciple
T[Bm]he light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
I [G]take in this spectrum of wonder
Of[Bm] how unlovely things can be balanced
An[G]d yet shadow me with despair
Bu[Em]t it washes away when You
C[Bm]ome out
I see just how be[G]autiful You are when You
Co[D]me out
The night seems disa[G]ppear in You
I [Bm]study the surface of this visage You've given
It[G] speaks nothing of the things hidden
Bu[Bm]ried beneath what needs improving
Li[G]es an outcast unworthy of touching
Bu[Em]t it washes away when You
Ho[Em]w could something so utterly unspeakable
Be[D] found in this
The ug[G]liness of the horror of Your c[Em]ross
It[Em] washes away when You
I [G]take in this spectrum of wonder
Of[Bm] how unlovely things can be balanced
An[G]d yet shadow me with despair
Bu[Em]t it washes away when You
C[Bm]ome out
I see just how be[G]autiful You are when You
Co[D]me out
The night seems disa[G]ppear in You
I [Bm]study the surface of this visage You've given
It[G] speaks nothing of the things hidden
Bu[Bm]ried beneath what needs improving
Li[G]es an outcast unworthy of touching
Bu[Em]t it washes away when You
Ho[Em]w could something so utterly unspeakable
Be[D] found in this
The ug[G]liness of the horror of Your c[Em]ross
It[Em] washes away when You
Used chords
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