E _ _
F# _
F _
F# _
E _ _ _ .
_ _
B _ _ _
E _
F# _ _ .
_ _ She calls
E me to life and I wear the favorite mask.
_
B I guess the stones
A are coming
F# to rest for now.
E _
F# You know I'd like to
E believe this nervousness will pass.
_
B All the stones
A that are thrown
F# are building up a wall.
_ _ I have
A become _
E calm to _ soothe through this
F# world.
_ .
_ _ _ I have
A become _ calm to
E soothe through my
F# girl.
_ .
_ _ _ I'd like to
E believe we can reconcile the past.
B As the records
A F# persist with ancient plans.
_ _ I hope
E stone face can't seem to break her down.
B She
A remembers her
F# death burns into the ground.
_ _ _ I
A have become _ calm to
E soothe through this
F# world.
_ .
_ _ _ I have
A become _ calm to
E _ soothe through my
F# girl.
_ .
_ _ Too heavy, too light, too black or
A too white, too wrong or too right.
Too heavy,
E too light, _ calm
F# to soothe.
_ _ You're a two-pour, she's wanting
A me less and I'm wanting her more.
E How can I taste this calm
F# to soothe.
No,
A yeah, no,
F# no, no, _
E _
F# _ .
_
A no,
F# no, no, yeah.
E _
F# _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
E _ _ _ _
B _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ There
E is a balance between
B two worlds.
One
F# with an arrow and a cross.
_ _ God lifts
E up the bottle.
Life
B has become _ .
F# _ cumbersome.
_ Too heavy, too light, too
A black or too white, too wrong or too right.
E Chaos at night.
_ _ .
F# Cumbersome.
_ _ _ You're a two-pour,
A she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her more.
How
E _ can I taste this calm to soothe.
No, yeah,
A no,
F# no, no,
E _ _
F# _ _
A no,
F# no, no,
E yeah.
_
F# _ _
A Yeah,
F# yeah, _ .
E _
F# yeah,
A yeah.
F# Your life has
E become
F# cumbersome.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .