Key: C
Introduction:
G C
verse 1
C D2Em C D2Em
I've been watching you for some time
C D2Em G C
Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes
C D2 Em C D2Em
Burning cities and napalm eyes
C D2Em G C
Fifteen flairs inside those ocean eyes
G C
Your ocean eyes
C D2Em C D2Em
No fair
C D2 Em
You really know how to make me cry
G C
When you gimme those ocean eyes
C D2Em C D2Em
I'm scared
C D2 Em
I've never fallen from quite this high
G C
Falling into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes --- where's my mind
C Am
Where's my mind
Em ----
C
Maybe it's in the gutter
Am
Where I left my lover
Em
What an expensive fake
C
My V is for Vendetta
Am
Thought that I'd feel better
Em
But now I got a bellyache
C F
I'll sit and watch your car burn
Am Em
With the fire that you started in me
F
But you never came back to ask it out
Am Em
With the fire that you started in me
F C
But I'll never let you back to put it out
F Am Em
Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
F Am Em
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
F Am Em
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
F Am Em
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear
Am
You should see me in a crown
Am
I'm gonna run this nothing town
N.C
Dm
One by one by one
C
One by one by
Am
You should see me in a crown
Am
Your silence is my favourite sound
N.C
Dm
One by one by one
C
One by one by
F Am C F
Call me friend, but keep me closer
C
(Call me back)
F Am C F
And I'll call you when the party's over
Chorus
G Am C F
Quiet when I'm coming home, I'm on my own
Dm Am C F
I could lie and say I like it like that, like it like that
Dm Am C F
I could lie and say I like it like that, like it like that
Am Dm
Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ah-ah)
E Am
Bury a friend, try to wake up (ah-ah)
Am Dm
Cannibal class, killing the son (ah-ah)
E N.C.
Am
What do you want from me?
Dm
Why don't you run from me?
E
What are you wondering?
Am
What do you know?
Am
Why aren't you scared of me?
Dm
Why do you care for me?
E
When we all fall asleep,
N.C.
Em
White shirt now red, my bloody nose, sleepin', you're on your tippy toes
Am B7
Creepin' around like no one knows, think you're so criminal
Em
So you're a tough guy, like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy, chest always so puffed guy
Am
I'm that bad type, make your mama sad type
B7
Make your girlfriend mad tight, might seduce your dad type
N.C.