Tom: C
Am C
Oooooooooh
Am C Am G
Oooooooooh
F C
Oooooooooh
G Am
Oooooooooh
F C
January starts without much sympathy,
Em Am
just like every dog that's let loose right in front of me.
F C
& this time next year things will settle slowly,
Em
like a rush of blood,
Am
the fear my heart beholds of me.
F C
Your better days, are yet to come,
Am G
to silence fights, the beating drums.
F Am C
the eloquent, the yet to know, the will it hurt,
G
the will it hold?
F Am C
Oooooooooooooooh
F C Am G
Ooooooooooooooooh
F C
Oooooooooh
Em G Am
Ooooooooooooh
F C
And although this rain has lasted us quite long enough,
Em Am
it's been several months without the sleep to comfort us.
F C
& can you hear the dogs? They're howling down below.
Em
It's a fervent ground you can feel it,
Am
but you will never know.
F C
That better days, are yet to come.
Am G
To silence fights, the beating drums,
F Am
the eloquence, the yet to know,
C G
the "will it hurt?", the "will it hold?"
F Dm
This night won't satisfy me,
Am G F
This fear won't bring me to the ground.
Dm
I know you're scared of hiding,
Am G F Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am G F Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am G
I know you're aching to be-
F Dm
Am G
F Dm
Am G
F Dm
This night won't satisfy me,
Am G F
This fear won't bring me to the ground.
Dm
I know you're scared of hiding,
Am G F Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am G F Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am G C
I know you're aching to be-
