Em
,G
,A
,C
Em
G
A
C
The time has come for giving up. I have lost.
Em
G
A
C
I wanted once to become what I cannot.
Em
,G
,A
,C
Em
G
A
C
Why come to me so full of dreams? Well, go on.
Em
G
A
C
G
With feathered keys, you're mocking me. I am locked.
Em
D
G
C
G
It's easier to pine, to pine.
Em
G
I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart while
Em
G
A
C
Rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms and all is full of
G
Smoke.
Em
D
G
C
G
Oh, oh, oh, pining.
*Repeat throughout the remainder of the song*