Organized Noise

Ah (D) there was a time
I (G) said her words had (D) meaning
What mattered then was the (G) thought
And not the (A) rhyme

I'll (D) tell you Lord
She (G) had me so close to (D) believing
Why did she sacrifice the (Em) feeling

For the (A) line

I see her (D) walking
Through the (G) ruins of all
She was (D) building
They say she (G) sold her dream
(Em) And bought some brand new (A) toys

I hate to (D) say it Lord
But her (G) flowers are (D) wilting
And her words have (Em) become
(A) Just an organised (Abm) noise