Tom: B
Introdução:
B
ye lowlives
laughing too much
Abm E B
underslept, overdreamt
B
my whole life
trying to speak
Abm E
that thick wind under the surface
F# Ebm
you don't know me, or my purpose
E F# B
or my promise, i got promise
B
your hands and feet
for all of their grief
Abm
only your elbows and knees
E B
you go farther, you're just starting to see
B
and you see that red pen
hover in judgement
Abm
get those numbers away from us
E F#
cause honest, we got nothing
Ebm E
in our pockets but thin wrists
F# B
and promise, we got promise
B Abm
i'm waking up
B Abm
pull me from my sheets in the dark
B Abm
as if in a dream, lifting off
B Abm
let me feel it shift in my blood
B Abm
let me feel like i'm rising up
B Abm
out of all the ashes and dust
B Abm
out of all the past - that's done
B Abm
i don't need what's long dead and gone, man,
B(Ebm) Abm(E)
i got promise
B(Ebm) Abm(E)
i got promise?