F#m Dead or cold Bm Nothing as it seems F#m Fly so far Bm But someone clipped the wings F#m I could beat my throat Bm It'd only turn to screams F#m When was the point that god knew Bm There was no one listening A# There was no one listening A Was no one listening My sweaty days I close my eyes and sneak off to the sea I'm drinking blood rain skies And dream of family And I ask the world, "Don't turn" It only turns to screams When was the point that god knew There was no one listening There was no one listening Was no one listening I can't fake this | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# F#m Bm |