Verso 1:
G C
I put on my usual
G C
Pack a picture from my cubicle
Em C
All I can think about is you
G C
I'm still bleedin'
G C
I'm still bleedin'
Verso 2: (igual ao Verso 1)
Refrão:
Am C
These thoughts of pain
G
Don't make a sound
D
They keep us hidden
Em
In the lost and found
C G
These colder months, wincing social graces
D Em C G C
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Verso 3: (igual ao Verso 1)
Refrão 2:
Am C
These thoughts of pain
G
Don't make a sound
D
They keep us hidden
Em
In the lost and found
C G
These colder months, wincing social graces
D Em C
We keep with us, these fallen faces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Ponte:
Am F
These thoughts of pain
C
They'll make a sound
G
To keep us hidden
Am
In the lost and found
F C
In these colder months, wincing social graces
