Tono: B
Introducción: Bb F Gm Eb
F Eb
I was starting to shake
Gm
From the days I've been up
There's a lot on my plate
F Eb
And the ones I loved stopped answering
Gm
They left me to find my self
In my own hate
F Eb Gm
I work all alone with a cynical taste
And the day I get out
F
Is the day I'll be made
Eb
I was cut out of stone
Gm
And carved with a blade
F
Head down with all of my hardships
Eb
There's nothing too strong
Gm
That I cant face
F
Don't stop 'till you finally have it
Eb
It should be more like a habit
Bb
Come down,
F
All the fighting's over
Gm Eb
I let you breathe your own air
Bb F Gm
I will set my arms down in a corner
Eb
When I turn around
Bb F
You will tell me how you're up now
Gm
From your dream of clovers
Eb
Said, "not a thing will compare
Bb F Gm
To the sense you give me, and disorder
Eb
When you turn around
F
And I can't breathe"
Verse
F Eb Gm
There wasn't a trace
F
Of the war letting up
Eb
And the days went on late
Gm
I struggled
F
And I fell to solid ground
Eb
It led me to my escape
F Eb
Now here I am outside of your gate
I was hoping you could
Bb
Come down,
F
All the fighting's over
Gm Eb
I let you breathe your own air
Bb F Gm
I will set my arms down in a corner
Eb
When I turn around
Bb F
You will tell me how you're up now
Gm
From your dream of clovers
Eb
Said, "not a thing will compare
Bb F Gm
To the sense you give me, and disorder
Eb
When you turn around
F
And I can't breathe"
Eb Eb/D
Well, I came to say sorry
Eb Eb/D Bb
I shouldn't have left
Eb Eb/D Gm
But my bitterness got to me
Before you did
Eb Eb/D
And now I'm laying in gardens
Eb Eb/D Bb
Where we start over again
Eb Eb/D Gm
I know that you got me
And this is it
Bb
Come down,
F
All the fighting's over
Gm Eb
I let you breathe your own air
Bb F Gm
I will set my arms down in a corner
Eb
When I turn around
Bb F
You will tell me how you're up now
Gm
From your dream of clovers
Eb
Said, "not a thing will compare
Bb F Gm
To the sense you give me, and disorder
Eb
When you turn around
F
And I can't breathe"