D   G    D   G

      D
There is a ghost upon my lips 
   G
of which whose taste I can't resist 
   D
to call upon each time I miss 
     A
that touch of grace that I long to feel again. 

D   G

D
Is there something I don't realize 
  G
a hides behind that bed of lies 
     D
that calls me back down to my knees; 
     A
that holds me down and won't let me up again? 

D
 
    D
Cos I've been here 3 times before,
   G
to pick my heart up off the floor 
    D
and I don't think I can take one more 
      A
and I sure as hell won't go back there again. 

D

G                            D
Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
G                               D
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm 
             A
saying don't go back there, don't get mixed up, 
don't get knocked down cos you won’t get up again. 

D   G

D
Move yourself into the eyes 
   G
of all those lovers you despise 
     D
then you can say with an open heart 
         A
that you got knocked down but got straight back up again. 

D

G                            D
Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
G                               D
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm 
             A
saying don't go back there, don't get mixed up, 
don't get knocked down cos you won’t get up again. 

D    G    D    A

D
Carry me not your arms 
   G
until those silent bells alarm, 
   D
of which your eyes can not disguise. 
         A
You will always woe that the next day’s sun will rise. 

  D
Impossible is just a word 
    G
the most ridiculous I've heard 
   D
to leave your lips up to this date,
      A 
let’s give it all up and leave it up to fate. 

D

G                            D
Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
G                               D
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm 
             A
saying don't go back there, don't get mixed up, 
don't get knocked down cos you won’t get up again. 

G                            D
Even as I try to shake these shackles from my arms
G                               D
everything about this should be ringing bells alarm 
             A
saying don't go back there, don't get mixed up, 
don't get knocked down cos you won’t get up again. 

D    G  
        You won’t get up again
D    G  
        No I won’t get up again