Someone got themselves a letter in the mail the other day.
All the things we keep inside. All the things that really mat---ter.
The face puts on it's best disguise. And all is well until the
heart betrays
She knows as she reads the letter that things were bound to stray.
Wind blows. She pulls her coat tighter and the letter flies aw-ay.
With all the things she keeps inside. All the things that really mat-ter.
The face puts on it's best disguise. And all is well until the
heart betrays.
---- This is one of my most favorite Choruses from Savatage. The guitar and
( ) are single notes not chords! Jam on!
Lord bring on the night.
Wrap it all a---round me.
Let it hold me tight.
Soak up all that I bleed.
And I'll fly a----way.
Yeah I'll fly a----way.
Lord I'll fly a----way.
Watch me!