Tono: E
E
A
Ever since the winter when you took flight,
E
B
I still see your shadow in the lamp light,
C#m
A
I still get the messages you ghost write,
C#m
B
but everything is quiet in the dark.
E
A
I didn't want the living that you sold me,
E
B
I didn't want to hear the things you told me,
C#m
A
it wasn't that you even meant it coldly,
C#m
B
it wasn't that you meant to leave a mark...
A
but if it makes you feel,
E
it must be good,
A
it must be good,
C#m
B
it must be something about the way,
A
it makes you feel,
E
it must be good,
A
it must be good,
C#m
B
it must be something about the way.
Verse
E
A
The papers you collected in a folder,
E
B
the worry that you carried on your shoulder,
C#m
A
you thought it made you look a little older,
C#m
B
which only made me feel a little old...
E
A
Now every bit of silence is a promise,
E
B
if it wasn't I was trying to be modest,
C#m
A
I only thought that speaking was dishonest,
C#m
B
as we walked beneath the water in the cold.
A
but if it makes you feel,
E
it must be good,
A
it must be good,
C#m
B
it must be something about the way,
A
it makes you feel,
E
it must be good,
A
it must be good,
C#m
B
it must be something about the way.
A
is any of this even real?
E
is any of this real?
A
we're putting it down,
C#m
B
to something about the way...
A
it makes you feel,
A
is any of this even real?
E
is any of this real?
A
we're putting it down,
C#m
B
to something about the way...
Verse
E
A
The things you never wanted me to mention,
E
B
I promise you it wasn't my intention,
C#m
A
but silence is the mother of invention,
C#m
B
and I haven't heard a word from you since then.
E
A
The harbour that you're trying to embark to,
E
B
the cigarette you're trying to put a spark to,
C#m
A
I'm watching them develop in the dark room,
C#m
B
and wondering what to say to you again...