Lost

(início)

C#m                                                  Abm
We write a thousand pages they're torn and on the floor
                        E                                  C#m
Headlights hammer the windows we're locked behind these doors
                                                Abm
And we are never leaving this place is part of us
                       E                              C#m
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch
C#m
My hands seem to deceive me
                               Abm
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
                     E
The scenery's all drawn
C#m
They hang here from the walls dear
                             Abm
Painting pictures bleeding colors
             E           B Abm
Blanket the windows
C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me
Abm                                 F#
These fights with your arms left beside
                                     E
It's one thing and one more says goodnight
                               F#
You've got the map come get to me
                                   Abm
These knuckles break before they bleed
                                  F#
Tear out these veins that own my heart
                                   E
This skin that wears your lasting marks
                                  C#m
I've built these walls come get to me come get to me
C#m
Is this your lesson a slight discretion
                                        Abm
The lines that keep you the lines that sweep you
                         E
Lock the doors from the inside
C#m
Your face is so contagious it wears announcements
               Abm
It leaves me breathless I won't forget this
          E            B  Abm
I won't forget
C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me
C#m
Let the walls have their say x
Have their say
C#m                    E
There's no conversation words without remorse
C#m                E
And this television drowns the only source
C#m                      E
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
C#m               E                     C#m    E    C#m  E
Go to the staircase where you hold my heart