Introdução: Em D


Em   D      Em                    D            Em      D       (Em  D)
Fre--ezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
    Em   D    Em              D                     Em  D   Em      D    
Oh, Fee--lin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days,   ooh yeah
    Em   D    Em               D                         Em    D  Em      D
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar,  ooh yeah
    Em   D     Em                  D                  Em  D  Em     D  
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane,  oh yeah

(Em D)

D    Bb                         D     C
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
    D        Bb                      D     C
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...ooh...
     D       Bb                   D   C        D    Am C      D    Am C
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again    life a--gain   life a--gain...

Em    D     Em                                D                  Em   D   Em      D
Kne--elin', looking through the paper through he doesn't know to read,   ooh yeah
    Em   D     Em                    D                    Em      D
Oh, pra--yin', now to something that has never showed him anything
    Em   D     Em                         D                  Em  D  Em D
Oh, fee--lin', understands the weather of the winters on its  way
    Em   D      Em                      D                  Em  D  Em   D
Oh, cei--lings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame,  yeah...

D    Bb                         D     C
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
    D        Bb                      D     C
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...ooh..
D       Bb                       D    C       
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again
     D          Bb                              D  C   D   Am C    D   Am C     (D Am G)
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...    him a--way, him a--way...        Yeah!

Solo: Em D - Várias vezes

D    Bb                         D     C
Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
    D        Bb                      D     C
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...ooh..
D       Bb                       D    C       
Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again
     D          Bb                              D  C   D   Am C    D   Am C     (D Am G)
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...    him a--way, him a--way...        Yeah!


cifrado por: Rafael (Lasanha)