Tom: C
Introdução:
C
How was the cold
G
Along the path I determined to hold
Am
Although it coiled round a perilous wing
G
Blinded with hot gas and carving off steam
There was still smoke
C
Burnt in the grass
G
Reclaim a portion of desolate south
Am
Add in the stirrings and long lost fatigue
G
Barrels that hide us in hair fallen heed
Then became sound
F
And I wasn't afforded a love
G
Covered up in hard earned clay
F
I wasn't accorded a stop
G
Always in it so much more
F
I wasn't afforded a love
Am G
Covered up in hard earned clay
C G Am G
And time wasn't the only cavernous
I hope my contour charts show up via river