Tom: Em
Introdução:
Em C B
A few prisms of glass offer little comfort in the blackness
Em C B
The desolate emptiness drinking every last drop of life that's left in me
C#m A B G#/C C#m A
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
B G#/C
Lead me towards the light
Em
Truly I've run away
C B
My compass is spinning in the shadows
Em C
It's funny how we believe the things that we tell ourselves to
B
And our hearts simply follow
C#m A B G#/C C#m A
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
B G#/C
Lead me towards the light
C#m A B G#/C C#m A
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
B G#/C
Lead me towards the light