Cifras
1100 Days

Tom:

Introdução: F#m    E    A    E    F#m    E    F#m    

F#m                    E  
As I hung up the phone
             A  
There was silence
A  
No reason to go home
F#m                 E  
eleven hundred days
                          A  
Have come and gone away
B  
It's over

F#m  
That introduction
              E                         B  
Designed a map for the coming years
F#m  
That tapped connection
         E                              B  
Took a hold and would not let go
F#m  
took,took my aim never shot
E  
Murder in my heart strings
B  
took,took my aim never shot
F#m  
took,took my aim never shot
E  
Fighting for the bounty
B  
took,took my aim never shot

C#m7  
Reaping what I sow
C#m7  
Keeping me infatuated
B                                              F#m  
There's something about the way you stare back
C#m7  
Keeping me infatuated
B  
Your color was always green

B  
I felt us slipping
B  
Faster by the distance
B  
We started shifting
B                        C#m  G#m  
Separate existence
F#m                                    C#m  G#m  
Regret the right decision
F#m                                  C#m  G#m  
The splitting of an atom
F#m                                  C#m  G#m  
I hope it's not forgotten
F#m  
Again again again the story goes

C#m7  
Reaping what I sow
C#m7  
Keeping me infatuated
B                                              F#m  
There's something about the way you stare back
C#m7  
Keeping me infatuated
B  
Your color was always green

B  
I felt us slipping
B  
Faster by the distance
B  
We started shifting
B                        C#m  G#m  
Separate existence
F#m                                    C#m  G#m  
Regret the right decision
F#m                                  C#m  G#m  
The splitting of an atom
F#m                                  C#m  G#m  
I hope it's not forgotten
F#m             E                     C#m  
Again again again the story goes
A                     B    E  
But we both get along
    A  
We both
     B    E  
Get along
A          B                      F#m  
Evident that we'll never hold ourselves this long
A          C#m                     F#m  
Evident that our memories always carry on