[Am]I use the dead wood to make the fire [C]rise [G]The blood of innocence burning in the [D]skies
Verse 1 [C]Watching the wings cut through the clouds [Dm] [Am]Watching the raindrops blinking red
(Verse 1) Tearing me [Am]apart With words you wouldn't [C]say Suddenly [Am]tomorrow's Moment was
I [Am]am a little bit of loneliness a l [C]ittle bit of disregard Handful of comp [F]laints but
When this [Am]began, I had [F]nothing to say And I'd get [G]lost in the nothingness [Dm]inside of
