Tom: F
Introdução:
F Am Bb Gm
F Am
Windblown whispers wind naked down the corridor
Bb Gm
Thoughts leavin' my head, they twist through yours
F Am
What will become of these gestures that we made
Bb Gm F
I've given up my Bible, you moved out of state ohhhhhh
F Am Bb Gm)
F Am
Wearily waitin' on the wastin' of his days
Bb Gm
A sad son's smoldering soul
F Am
Give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
Bb Gm F
The interaction feels so cold ohhhh
Am)