Beautiful

Bm the light hits my eyes in the first of the morning G i take in this spectrum of wonder Bm of how unlovely things can be balanced G and yet shadow me with despair Em but it washes away when you Bm come out G i see just how beautiful you are when you D come out G the night seems disappear in you Bm i study the surface of this visage you’ve given G it speaks nothing of the things hidden Bm buried beneath what needs improving G lies an outcast unworthy of touching Em but it washes away when you Em how could something so utterly unspeakable D be found in this G Em the ugliness of the horror of your cross Em it washes away when you