Tom: G
Introdução:
G Em
The workadays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week
G Em
And I was in a corner booth thinking (pretending to read)
D D/C B G
About the impossibility of one to love unconditionally
Em
And the words that we drive into the ground
F#
Their repetition starts to thin their meaning
G Em
Then everything got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor
G Em
And I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for
D D/C B G
But all of the parts are the same on every face, few variables change
Em F# G
The differences pale when compared to the similarities they share
A G Bm F#
Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all
A G Bm F#
But every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side
A G Bm F#
Finally there is clarity, this tiny life is making sense
A G Bm F#
And every drop numbs the both of us, but I alone am staggering