Fm Eb Bb
If only I could fix the sky to meet me
Fm Eb Bb
If only I could fix my heart to meet at dawn
Fm Eb Bb
It's got a way of knowing when to hurt me
Bbm Ab Eb
Oh, it's when the night is long
Fm)
Fm Eb Bb
Backwoods lullabies feel like a ghostly touch
Fm Eb Bb
Roots spread all the way back to godless times
Fm Eb Bb
It's got a way of knowing when to haunt me
Bbm Ab Eb
Oh, it's when the night is long
Bbm Bb
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world
Bbm Bb
Counting down a clock that nobody sees
Bbm Bb
And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
It's singing
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Bb)
Fm Eb Bb
Earthquakes break and shatter the perfect design
Fm Eb Bb
Ripped realities of broken minds
Fm Eb Bb
Towers rise to meet, and yet it's laughing
Bbm Ab Eb
Humming, "Oh, it won't be long"
Bbm Ab Eb
Humming, "Oh, it won't be long"
Bbm Bb
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world
Bbm Bb
Counting down a clock that nobody sees
Bbm Bb
And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
Bbm Bb
And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
And it's singing
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Fm Eb Bb
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Fm
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh