Onsind

Onsind

My Clean Sweep At The Clown Oscars
nível intermediario
Intro: E A E A 

Verse 
E                              A                    E 
Temperamental tools don’t disappoint me as I look ahead, 
                      A                      E 
 a 5:30 skyline and a sinking sense of dread, 
                             A 
 this bridge has become more symbolic in my dreams, 
    E                       A 
 my apocalyptic imagination guides me to the scene, 
         E                A 
 and I’m not as lost as I hoped I’d be, 
     E                                A 
 an unconscious sense of direction is guiding me, 
            E                      A 
 but it’s clear that I’m here for a very different reason, 
     E                             A 
 I refused to queue up, yet they parade their expertise and I’m sold. 


[Refrão]
C#m A E Last night I woke up terrified, G# C#m blue lights were floating around my walls, A E G# C#m only to later realise, it’s just an ambulance on a late night call, A E G# C#m a grim 2 a.m. reminder of my own mortality, A E G# A I only wish that I could find a way to accurately describe, B the effect that this has on me. Verse E A E A E A A canopy of comfort crumbles, helplessly I watch, E A I'm soaked but I’m not drowning, I’m enamoured to this porch, E A your company is warmth enough we talk the night away, E A a towel and some kind words keeping me afloat today, E A and when I’m like this I can’t cope with myself, E A and I realise that this is probably hell, E A and I apologise, oh how I do, E A C#m I’m just thankful that you’re prepared to soldier through to the end.
[Refrão]
C#m A E Last night I woke up terrified, G# C#m blue lights were floating around my walls, A E G# C#m only to later realise, it’s just an ambulance on a late night call, A E G# C#m a grim 2 a.m. reminder of my own mortality, A E G# A I only wish that I could find a way to accurately describe, B the effect that this has on me. Bridge C#m A E G# C#m A E G# A B E B I take a walk down by the river, C#m A but the night before it breached its banks, E B C#m and now the path’s absolutely covered with branches and leaves, A E and I can barely get past and I’m in heaven, B C#m A I’m in heaven, this is the best thing I have ever seen, E B I see no concrete, see no buildings, C#m A it’s like I’m walking through a dream, E B C#m A Like the darkness of closed eyes on an August afternoon x4 Outro E A E

Enviado por: Carlos Phelippe Luz

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