standard tunning
Cm2 M
x 3 x 1 1 1 0 0 0 x x x
1 3 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 1 1
0 0 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
2 2 3 2 0 2 2 2 2 2 0 2
3 3 0 3 2 0 3 0 0 3 2 0
3 x x x x x x x x x x x
intro
If I could, I would fix our wrists together
In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart
But impossibility knows nothing of compromise
And hope can only take us so far
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep so i can
Fake waking up to you
But my hands are tied by miles
If I could I would, rest our cheeks together
So I could hear every word that escapes your mouth
And kisses could act as punctuation and i would pray and wait
For periods and exclamation points
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my pillow
Faking going to sleep so i can
Fake waking up to you
Cm2 M
my hands are tied........
Tracing your outline in my sheets
Painting your face on my
Faking going to sleep so i can
Fake waking up to you