A              E                F#m             E
My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune
A              E            F#
You came from nowhere in a song
A             E              F#m                     E
It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes
A          E                F#
Could only show me what was wrong

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                    A  E
He never left me his number
H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                     A     E     F#
Then he was gone and I wondered

A             E               F#m            E
Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?
A           E                 F#
Why did the old man wash his hands?
A            E                F#m         E
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?
A             E              F#
And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an 

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                    A  E
He never left me his number
H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                     A     E     F#
Then he was gone and I wondered
A  E    H  F#
Oh-oh, oh-oh

A                E              F#m           E
When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon
A         E               F#
A father lost his mother's son
A                E              F#m            E
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
A               E                F#
The time was spent, they carried on, o-on

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                    A  E
He never left me his number
H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                      A  E     F# H
Then he was gone and I wondered

F#
Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .