Lucinda Williams - Bleeding Fingers lyrics

You got a sense of humor You're a mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin p**nographic episodes Screaming sin 'Til it's real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings You are my Prince Charming Draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming And raw exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And h**n Better real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings I climb all the way inside Your tragedy I got behind The majesty Of the differnt shapes In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote With real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings