Am F Well I stepped into an avalanche, Am G Am it covered up my soul Am F when I am not this hunchback that you see, Am G Am I sleep beneath the golden hill. C E7/B You who wish to conquer pain, Am F Fmaj7#11/E E you must learn, learn to serve me well. Am F You strike my side by accident Am G Am as you go down for your gold. Am F The cripple here that you clothe and feed Am G Am is neither starved nor cold C E7/B he does not ask for your company, Am F Fmaj7#11/E E not at the centre, the centre of the world. Am F When I am on a pedestal, Am G Am you did not raise me there. Am F Your laws do not compel me Am G Am to kneel grotesque and bare. C E7/B I myself am the pedestal Am F Fmaj7#11/E E for this ugly hump at which you stare. Am F You who wish to conquer pain, Am G Am you must learn what makes me kind Am F the crumbs of love that you offer me, Am G Am they're the crumbs I've left behind. C E7/B Your pain is no credential here, Am F Fmaj7#11/E E it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound. Am F I have begun to long for you, Am G Am I who have no greed; Am F I have begun to ask for you, Am G Am I who have no need. C E7/B You say you've gone away from me, Am F Fmaj7#11/E E but I can feel you when you breathe. Am F Do not dress in those rags for me, Am G Am I know you are not poor; Am F don't love me quite so fiercely now Am G Am when you know that you are not sure, C E7/B it is your turn, beloved, Am F Fmaj7#11/E E it is your flesh that I wear.