Originally in Bm, I play in Am per the Jeffrey Gaines arrangement
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
→ | → |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
Love, | I get so lo | st, | somet | imes |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
Days pass | and this | emptiness | fills | my heart |
Am | G | C |
When I want to | run away |
Am | G | F | |
I | drive off in m | y c | ar |
Am | G | C |
But whichever | w | ay I choose |
Am | G | F | |
I come | back to the place | you are |
G | C |
And all my instincts, | they return |
G | C |
And the grand facade, | so soon will burn |
G | C |
Without a noise, | without my pride |
G | F |
I reach out from the insid | e |
F |
Woah |
D | |
In your eyes |
C | |
The light, the heat |
D | |
I am complete |
C | |
I see the doorways |
D | |
To a thousand churches |
C | D | |
The resoluti | on of all the fruitless | searches |
C | D |
Oh, I see the light and the heat |
C | D |
Yes, I want to be that complete |
C | |
I want to | touch the light |
D | |
The heat I see in | your eyes |
C | |
In | your eyes |
D | |
In | your eyes |
C | |
In | your eyes |
Am |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
Love, | I don’t lik | e to see | so much | pain |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
So much | wasted and this | moment is slipping | away |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
I get s | o tire | d, working so | hard for our s | ur | vival |
Am | G | C | Am | G | F |
I look to | these | times with you, to | keep me awake and | alive |
G | C |
And all my instincts, the | y return |
G | C |
And the grand facade, | so soon will burn |
G | C |
Without a noise, | without my pride |
G | F |
I reach out from the insid | e |
F |
Woah |
D | |
In | your eyes |
C | |
The light, the heat |
D | |
I am complete |
C | |
I see the doorways |
D | |
To a thousand churches |
C | D | |
The resoluti | on of all the fruitless | searches |
C | D |
Oh, I see the light and the heat |
C | D |
Yes, I want to be that complete |
C | |
I want to | touch the light |
D | |
The heat I see in | your eyes |
C | |
In | your eyes |
D | |
In | your eyes |
C | |
In | your eyes |
Am |