I Have Returned To You Oh I Know Not What Is Good Tommy Sage chords

[Fm]Father's s[G#]ick and father's dy[D#]ing. [D#]
[Fm]Every breath he ta[G#]kes sounds like the gri[D#]nding of the mi[A#]ll.
[Fm] The bugs are q[G#]uick but none are fl[D#]ying. [D#]
They d[Fm]art across his fa[G#]ce and stop in po[D#]res to drink their fi[A#]ll.

He s[Fm]miles through it al[G#]l, and a fain[D#]tly crimson fo[A#]am
forms at the co[Fm]rners of his m[G#]outh as he scr[D#]eams: "Well, welcome[A#] home.”

You are [Fm]one of us.[G#] Oh, you tho[D#]ught that you could r[A#]un.
Oh, young [Fm]Icarus,[G#] you were not[D#] made for the s[A#]un.
You will [Fm]do the work, just l[G#]ike your daddy do[D#]ne. [D#]
You are no[Fm]thing but the [G#]yarn your gran[D#]dma spun. [A#]

[Fm] Mother's gl[G#]ad that he is dy[D#]ing. [A#]
And she be[Fm]ats him with a bro[G#]omstick if he ev[D#]er tries to sp[A#]eak.
[Fm] And they both la[G#]ugh because he's cry[D#]ing. [A#]
Their cac[Fm]kles echo th[G#]rough the house and wa[D#]ke you from your slee[A#]p.

You sm[Fm]ile through it a[G#]ll, and a fai[D#]ntly evil poe[A#]m
begins to f[Fm]orm upon your l[G#]ips. And you mum[D#]ble: "Welcome [A#]home.”

I have re[Fm]turned to you.[G#] Oh, I k[D#]now not what is Go[A#]od. ]
[Fm] [G#] [D#] [A#] x3
But I will bury you. Two fathers slumbering in wood. ]

I will d[Fm]o the work, just lik[G#]e my daddy do[D#]ne. [D#]
I am your [Fm]murderer, I am[G#] your prodi[D#]gal son.