Intro :C F C F
GCray November
I've been down since JFuly
MCotion capture
Put me in a bFad light
IC replay my footsteps on each stepping sFtone
Trying to find the one where I went wCrong
WCriting letters
Addressed to the fFire
And I was cCatching my breath
SCtaring out an open window
CFatching my death
And I cCouldn't be so sure
I had a feeling so pecuFliar
TFhat this pain would be for
ECvermore F
HCey December
Guess I'm feeling uFnmoored
CCan't remember
What I used to fFight for
IC rewind thе tape but all it does is Fpause
OFn the vеry moment all was lost
SCending signals
To be double-cFrossed
And I was cCatching my breath
BCarefoot in the wildest winter
CFatching my death
And I cCouldn't be so sure
I had a feeling so pecuFliar
TFhat this pain would be for
ECvermore
(FEvermore)
Can't not tGhink of all the cost Am7
And the things that will be lost F
Oh can wGe just get a pause? Am7
To be certain we'll be tall again F
Whether wGeather be the frost Am7
Or the violence of the dog days F
I'm on wGaves out being tossed Am7
Is there a line that I could just go cross? F
And when I was shipwrecked (Can't tGhink of all the cost)
I tAm7hought of you (And the things that will be lost oh) F
In the cracks of light (Can wGe just get a pause?)
I dAm7reamed of you (To be certain we'll be tall again if you tFhink of all the costs)
It was real enough (Whether wGeather be the frost)
To gAm7et me through (Or the violence of the dog days)
(Or the violence of the dog days)F
(I'm on waves out being tossed) (I'm on wGaves out being tossed)
I sAm7wear (Is there a line that we could just go croCss?)
YCou were there
And I was cCatching my breath
Floors of a cabin creaking uFnder my step
And I cCouldn't be sure
I had a feeling so pecuFliar
TFhis pain wouldn't be for
ECvermore
EvermoFre
EvermoCre
This pain wouldn't be foFr evermore
EvermoCre