[Intro ]F  G  Am 
        F  G  Am  
        F  G  Am 
        F  G 

Am              F         G 
Understand the weight of your words 
Am              F         G        Am 
Some will fade away and some will last 
          F   G            C    G   F   
And they dig, haunting my peace of mind 

Am                    F      G 
You'll not become my fallen idol 
Am                    F       G       Am 
A God repressed by a man now atheist and grey 
           F        G       F   E  
What I've found is just unreality 

F      G          Am              C  
Unwilling to comply with what you say 
F      G           Am 
A stroke with iron hand 
    G      F 
Alone I stand 

           Am          G            F         G 
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion 
Am          G           E       F 
It stole my breath and got me beat 

                 G          Am 
Died again that very day I left without a trace 
       F              G            Em                F 
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond 
               G           Am 
And that very day I left again without a trace 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands 

Ponte F  G  Am 
        F  G  Am 
        F  G  Am 
        F  G 

       Am               F         G 
Could curtains fall on both our thin eyes 
  Am             F         G            Am 
Staring at the shade that darkened that night 
      F     G           C  G  F 
And a fear started to grow inside 

     Am            F         G 
I'll not become a wandering raven 
    Am                F             G       Am 
I know the tears that flow and the meanings inside 
         F     G              F         E 
Reading signs, playing the strength of names 

F      G          Am              C  
Unwilling to comply with what you say 
F      G           Am 
A stroke with iron hand 
    G      F 
Alone I stand 

           Am          G            F         G 
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion 
Am          G           E       F 
It stole my breath and got me beat 

                 G          Am 
Died again that very day I left without a trace 
       F              G            Em                F 
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond 
               G           Am 
And that very day I left again without a trace 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands 

                 G          Am 
Died again that very day I left without a trace 
       F              G            Em                F 
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond 
               G           Am 
And that very day I left again without a trace 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire 
   F               G                       Am 
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands 
   F           G           Am 
A man with a thorn in his hands