Tom: C
Introdução: C Em Dm C
C Em
we met one day in wet cement
Dm
where we glued our eyes shut
G
and pressed with our fists
C Em
and while the trees are shrinking now
Dm
they forgot their roots
G
and sloped in the ground
Dm G
and while I'm picking out my favorite names
C Am
where our future is concerned
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C Em
now the cement's hardened in my chest
Dm G
a world of wax scraped in through text
C Em
and someone was calling just before I woke up
Dm G
my broken record spits good and bad luck
Dm G
and with my broken, pale black eyes
C Am
I still see white when the snow falls lightly
Dm G
in the steady blur of the days
C Am
what brought us here, why we try to say
Dm G C
we face back all the way
G Dm
Whoa, whoa
C G Dm
Whoa, whoa
Am G
Ahhh, Ah
Am G
Ahhhh, Ah
Dm G
Ohhhhh, Oh
C
Ohhhhhh