D# There's a picture frame hangin' at the end of the hall G# Pile of dust on the floor where my fist met the drywall Cm A# G# That's my MO, leavin' something broke everywhere I go Holes There's a rusty old truck door sittin' in a field That I filled full of buckshot every time I got Mad at something over nothin' didn't matter at all Chorus: D# G# In my life, down in my bones Cm A# G# From my heart, to my soul There's a lonely space on a big brass bed Where we first made love And she'd lay her head on my shoulder Before I told her it was over Holes There's a million conversations with my old man 'Bout who he was, and who I am That I never had, I just wouldn't listen I just kept digging myself down in 'em Chorus G# Well I woke up today, put the shovel down D#/G Stepped out of my haze, took a look around Fm G# Saw a ray of light shining through the clouds So I climbed out D# And I let it shine Down in my bones From my heart Right through my soul Through all my holes Through all these holes | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# Fm G G# |