Tom: B
Introdução:
F Am
My life is like a wound, I scratch so I can bleed
F Am
Regurgitate my words, I write so I can feed
F Am
And Death grows like a tree, that's planted in my chest
F Am
Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won't rest
F Am
Oh, Baby I am Lost... (x2)
F Am
I try to push the colors through a prism back to white
F Am
To sync our different pulses into a blinding light
F Am
And if love is not the key. If love is not a key.
F Am
I hope that I can find a place where it could be
F A
(F Am)(x2)
F
I know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
Am
That I'm not as yet aware that I have asked
F
And if that tree had not drunk my tears
Am
I would have bled and cried for all the years
That I alone have let them pass
F Am
Oh, Baby I am yours (x4)