The Mystery Guest's lyrics & chords

Part 1. i) Prelude ...weathered, dirty, hand broken, feet curled, face worn, cold, smiling, they remain here where I left them - A reminder to anyone who should ever happen to care and a brief curiosity to anyone that doesn't. I pick up my stick and into the drizzle I slowly walk away for the last time... Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply....read more