Baby it’s too hard to say it, but too late to stop,
In a moment it’s all gone for good.
And I can’t help but feeling, that this is the top.
We’ve taken as much as we could.
Now the motion explodes, we are forced to forge on,
Moved to let go and make tracks.
In the pitch of the night, in the grip of what’s gone,
You’re hands are tracing right back.
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And I can feel the hail, when it beats on my head,
Feel the wind tear at my skin.
But I don’t really care if I’m saturated,
These storms come from within.
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Only so much to hold us back from the brink,
And keep us from blowing apart.
Just a few minutes more, relax now don’t think-
Take thoughtlessness down to an art.
So you’re leaving tomorrow, all packed to depart.
May your feet always land soft and sure.
I’m so tired of false starts, of cold beats in warm hearts,
Something old, borrowed, and blue.
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I can hear the hail, when it beats on my skin,
Feel the wind tear through my head.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
These storms all come from within.
I can hear the rain, droplets of lead,
And there’s nowhere for me to hide.
But I don’t really care, if I’m saturated,
All these storms come from inside.
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verse
Am C G A7
Am C G or E7
chorus
C |A7| C |G |C |A7 |E7
3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 3 | 0 | 0
5 | 1 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 1 | 0
5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 0 | 1
5 | 2 | 5 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 0
0 | 0 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 2
x | x | x | 3 | x | 0 | 0
