Pockets Of Stones
Charm Of Finches
Bm
(início)
Bm D It’s not until now that I realise Bm D The injuries left hidden inside G And how scared I was that you’d be repulsed by this body of mine Bm D That you’d cower away and you’d freak out Bm D When all the worst parts of me leaked out G D Of my nose and my mouth, every pore of my skin and my ears and my eyes.
Pre-Chorus
Em D Bm G And I told you my weak breathing was just anxiety breath Bm A D G Scared of the forbidden, being left alone with the worst thoughts running wild inside my head
Chorus
D Cast my memory back G Slowly draw in the net D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float? D What a time we did have G When we weren’t thinking so hard D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones
Verse 2
Bm D With the flesh inside me crawling Bm D And the lungs in my chest still heaving G I’ll try to untangle this mess that I’ve mangled and order it into a line Bm D But sometimes plain-speaking can’t do justice Bm D To the rawness and the roughness G Of the pieces of past that have cut me apart and made me a wreck by design
Pre-Chorus
Em D G And I told you my quick breathing was just anxiety breath Bm A D G Scared of the silence, being left alone and everything leading to death Em D G And now I’m alone, I’m riding home and my mind it twists and it cries Bm A D G Why is it only easy, is it always easy, easier to talk in the night?
Chorus
D Cast my memory back G Slowly draw in the net D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float? D What a time we did have G When we weren’t thinking so hard D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones
Bridge
Bm I am constantly pushing aside the debris D I am constantly losing sight of my feet A I am trying to see where I should go Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat Bm I am constantly pushing aside the debris D I am constantly losing sight of my feet A I am trying to see where I should go Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat Em G But the words in my head are stuck in my throat Are stuck in my throat, are stuck in my throat
Chorus
D Cast my memory back G Slowly draw in the net D Bm G Throw myself right into the current, will I float? D What a time we did have G When we weren’t thinking so hard D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones D Bm G Well I guess it’s a comfort we’ve emptied our pockets of stones
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