Tom: Am
Am F
There's no more wind to be found
Em
In the sails
Am
Hands full of falling stars
F Em
And comet tails
Am
Rivers of sand
F Em
All entwined through my hands
Am
To know what they've seen
F Em
Well my burden's all pale
Am F Em
I'll make an hourglass from my fingers
Am F Em
I know I'm only passing through
Am F
I don't want to pretend
Em Am
That I'm stronger for it all
F
I don't want to pretend
Em Am
That the sadness is gone
F Em Am
'Cause I want to know that I'm steady on my feet
F
I don't want to pretend
Em Am
So pace will be real to me
