Tom: Am
Em
The colors of his morning
Am B Em
The darkness of his night
Em
Little graves that gave no warning
Am B Em
A sun that brought no light
C
He saw his whole world breaking
Am
That tortured soul I met
Em
In a prison of his making
Am B Em
The man who can't forget
Am
I can still hear the way that he cried
Em
For the ones he was missing
Am
I can still hear the way that he cried
Bsus4 B
For the ones he had lost
Em
He saw them in the rivers
Am B Em
He felt them in the rain
Em
In dreams he heard them whisper
Am B Em
The truth that is his pain
C
He caused the whole world's breaking
Am
That tortured soul I met
Em
In a prison of his making
Am B Em E7
The man who can't forget
Am
The colors of his morning
Dm E Am
The darkness of his night
Am
Little graves that gave no warning
Dm E Am
A sun that brought no light
F
He saw his whole world breaking
Dm
That tortured soul I met
Am
In a prison of his making
Dm E Am
The man who can't forget
Dm
I can still hear the way that he cried
Am
For the ones he was missing
Dm
I can still hear the way that he cried
Esus4 E
For the ones he had lost
Am
He saw them in the rivers
Dm E Am
He felt them in the rain
Am
In dreams he heard them whisper
Dm E Am
The truth that is his pain
F
He caused the whole world's breaking
Dm
That tortured soul I met
Am
In a prison of his making
Dm E Am
The man who can't forget
