Cifras
Apprehension

Tono: F

Introducción:

dificultad
muy fácil |||||
F                                                                                                                                                 Am  
Finding out that you had lost the little one inside you
F                                                                                                                                                 Am  
Not a sound, but chalk that you had dropped on the floor
F  
And I could tell that when you fell the future never planned on getting
                Am  
easier
G                                                                                                                                                                                              C  
God has never been afraid to fill our cups with more than they could hold
                                          F                                                                                         C  
Til they all overflow and we drown once and for all
F  Am(2x)  
Am                         C/F                                      C                                                                 G  
How could I misconceive I was owed something radically radiant
Am                                 C/F                                    C                                                                 G  
The doctor came through and asked if you'd like to give it name
Am                                 C/F                            C                                                              G  
How can you misconceive our ideals and growing our futures
F                                                    C/F                                                                    C  
Some impressive prize I find for placing all the blame
             G                                                                      F  
My apprehension got the best of me
F                                                                                                                                                                      Am  
Better now than when I found I used to have the gift of amusement
F                                                                                                                                                                            Am  
It's funny how without a doubt the family's far more calmer than me
F                                                                                                                                                                            Am  
And I will cause a lovers court and do you don't you keep on tapping
G                                                                                                                                              Am  
Sour-mouth, a coward clout, the dormant gospels nativity
                                                                                        F  
My apprehension got the best of me
                                                                                          Am  
Walking dead my heart was moldering
                                                                     F  
Yeah it got the best of me
                                        Am  
The best of me
Am                                                            C/F                                                            C                                                 G  
Pushing it out I heard the healthiest move is to abandon all of my blemish
Am                                         C/F                                              C                                                              G  
That's what the hospital staff and the pair of our parents will say
Am                      C/F                                    C                                                                            G  
Here I am again directly back to the place where Adam ruined family
F                                                    C/F                                                              C  
running in a marathon of mental til God shows up again
My apprehension got me nowhere
F                                                            Am  
Swimming in my own filth
                                             F  
Yeah got me nowhere
                  Am  
Nowhere
F  Am(2x)  
     F