Tom: D
Introdução:
D F#m
Even gold turns black under the soles
Em
Broken CDs in the potholes,
G D
Out of reach just like the things you can't control
F#m
Eyes caught in brighter lights
Em
Oh dear, the fear will never fade
G
It hides between the fine lines of your face
F#m G
And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m G
Or shadow you like a given name
A G
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
A
You hide away inside your room
G A
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
D F#m
You've got it figured out
Em
But people aren't logical
G D
They'll drink the glass regardless of how full
F#m
They live oblivious
Em
To days that burn like cigarettes
G
And fall in piles of things you soon forget
F#m G
And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m G
Or shadow you like a given name
A G
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
A
You hide away inside your room
G A
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
G A
Your life's a power play
D
Your curtain's contradictory
F#m
You shred the script and fake your victory
G A
It's hidden in peripheral
D
And so it glints like Chekhov's gun
G A
The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on
F#m G
And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m G
Or shadow you like a given name
A G
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
A
You hide away inside your room
G A
Close your eyes so nothing's changing
G A
Not a moment's left worth taking
G A
Everything's mundane, nothing else remains
G A
Cause change and pain will always feel the same