Tom: C
Introdução:
C# G#m
I can feel it coming up and spreading inside of me
B F#
It warms the blood and it eats away the memory
C# G#m
From my pen you expected the sweet honey to drip
B F#
But the words come out like rats leaving a sinking ship, yeah, look at them run
C# G#m
Your famous discretion, how you so proudly call it,
B F#
Well, I'm afraid, honey, that it crumbled down to the powder in your wallet
C# G#m
And all the different shapes and forms which you control
B F#
From the whitest and purest to the whore of alcohol, ah, look at her run
Bbm Fm Ebm
We'll get to know your sad side again (x4)
F#(x2)
LEAD GUITAR
AF