Tom: A
A
Cold, cold morning
D
The birds fly South
A
Cold, cold fear
D
Bitter taste in my mouth
[Chorus]
F#m E D
I wish that I could leave this ground
F#m E D
I wish that I could break free
F#m E D
I wish my life was in perfect formation
F#m E D
Flying South to the sea
D
[Verse 2]
A
Cold, cold water
D
It numbs me to the bone
A
So I can't feel the emptiness
D
When I am all alone
[Chorus]
F#m E D
I wish that I could leave this ground
F#m E D
I wish that I could break free
F#m E D
I wish my life was in perfect formation
F#m E D
Flying South to the sea
D
[Bridges]
F#m E D
So I’d leave this soul behind
F#m E D
Yeah, I'd leave this soul behind
F#m E D
And I'd stand tall with my head held high
F#m E D
And leave this all behind
A D
Birds of a feather would gather to hear
A
The words of the prophets
D
But it’s like poison in my ears
[Chorus]
F#m E D
I wish that I could leave this ground
F#m E D
I wish that I could break free
F#m E D
I wish my life was in perfect formation
F#m E D
Flying South to the sea
[Outro]
F#m E D
Flying South to the sea
F#m E D
Flying South to the sea
