Tom: C
Introdução:
Dm
A word unpenned holds me by my angst again
Unbidden and unsent
A
To find my peace of mind a mess
Dm
Her face, displaced
A thought I once chased and placed in sacred verse
A
Now I've raised only for my pride
Dm
And now and then, I try to write it down
But I only seem a stranger
A
Should have put it in a major
Dm
And though
Gm
I feel
Dm A
So, so sure
Dm Bb E7 A
And though it pays well to feel like hell
Dm Bb E
The truth's I want you, but can't
A
breakthrough
Dm)
Dm
Relief, I've learned, comes in foolish words and verse
Unloved and unheard by those who will not
A
dance
Dm
I'm not a man, I'm worst at what I am
A sham, dodging your own draft
A
Can I be your girl?
Dm
Cuz in this age, called by what it escapes to be
An undying, roaring symphony on your TV
A
screen
Dm
And though
Gm
I feel
Dm A
So, so sure
Dm Bb E7 A
And though it pays well to feel like hell
Dm Bb E
The truth's I want you, but can't
A
breakthrough
Dm Bb F Dm)
Bb F Dm
So far away from your home
Bb F Dm
So far away from your hole
Bb F Dm
And still I find that I'm home
Bb Am Dm
And still I find that I'm whole
Bb F
And still I find
Bb F
Still I find
Bb Am Dm
And still I find that I'm whole