Tono: F
Introducción: Am F C G
Am F
Oh my God, look around this place,
C
Your fingers reach around the bone,
G
you set the break and set the tone
Am F
For flights of grace, and future falls
C G F
In present pain all fools say,"Oh my God."
Am F
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
C
We make it worse when we don't bleed,
G
There is no cure for our disease.
Am F
Turn a phrase and rise again,
C G
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,
F
Oh My God.
Am F
Oh my God, can I complain?
C G
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief.
Am F
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
C G
All drift away, and a mother cries...
Liars and fools, sons and failures, theives will always say...
Am G Em C/E F
Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say...
Am G Em C/E F
Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say...
Am G C/E F
Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say...
Am G Em C/E F
War creators, racial haters, preachers always say...
Am G Em C/E F
Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say...
Am G Em C/E F
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say...
Am G Em C/E F
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say...
Am
Sometimes I can not forgive
G Em
and these days mercy cuts so deep,
C/E
If the world was how it should be,
F
maybe I could get some sleep.
Am
While I lay, I'd dream we're better,
G Em
scales were gone and faces lighter,
C/E
When we wake we hate our brother,
F
we still move to hurt each other,
Am
Sometimes I can close my eyes
G Em
and all the fear the keeps me silent,
C/E
Falls below my heavy breathing,
F
what makes me so badly bent?
Am
We all have a chance to murder,
G Em
we all have the need for wonder.
C/E F
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.
Am
Sometimes when I lose my grip,
G Em
I wonder what to make of heaven,
C/E
All the times I thought to reach up,
F
all the times I had to give up.
Am
Babies underneath their beds,
G Em
in hospitals that can not treat them.
C/E
All the wounds that money causes,
F
all the comforts of cathedrals,
Am
All the cries of thirsty children,
G Em
this is our inheritance,
C/E
All the rage of watching mothers,
F
this is our greatest offense
F G Am F
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.