capo 4th fret.intro am
sit down my wounded friend.........your safe at home again
or in a strange hotel.....where we can play pretend
but when it rains..............my heart it soars
whats yours is mine......whats mine is yours
theres still a cloud,,,,,,,hangs on my head
cant block it out......so im going to bed
sit down sit down again...............theres nothing left to loose
your still a golden age...........when all i have is you
but when it rains......my heart is soars
whats yours is mine......................whats mine is yours
theres still a cloud....hangs on my head
cant block it out.........so im going to bed
play to fade