Tom: F
Introdução: F Am Bb F Am Bb F
F
Well I see the clouds, I see the shadow
Bb F C
It's rainin' wolves outside our door
Dm C F
We stand and watch through hesitation
Bb C F
'Cause they'll be spread out there forevermore
F
You said the sun's behind the fallin'
Bb F C
It's how the creature's heat their paws
Dm C F
And lay their hands on my decisions
Bb C F
And burn right through the books of sober loss
Bb Am C
Now there is somethin' in the wild
Bb C F
Here is a weather of a killin' kind
F
Silently pass their sleeping jaws now
Bb F C
But I hold cymbals in my hands
Dm C F
Don't need no score to play this piece, no
Bb C F
Don't need no violins to lose a man
Bb Am C
Now there is somethin' in the wild
Bb C F Am Bb F Am Bb F Am Bb F
Here is a weather of a killin' kind
F
I drink for something when I'm nothing
Bb F C
I drink for nothing when it's gone
Dm C F
And I feed the clouds, they are my shadow
Bb C F
'Cause I have raised the cubs my self alone
Bb Am C
Now there is somethin' in the wild
Bb C F Am Bb F Am Bb F Am Bb F
Here is my weather of a killing kind