Tom: Em
Em D
You might as well have asked me not to breathe
Em D
A damaged soul I had no choice
C G
I see you walk through fields of golden corn
A Em
I don't belong, just fragile
Em D
With every step you raise your grand design
Em D
You build your temple to your king
C G
Your shoes fill every step that brought me down
A Em
A weeping clown, just fragile
Em D
And when respect turns into sympathy
Em D
And pure concern turns into fear
C G
You choose to live your life in babylon
A Em
I can't belong just fragile
G Am
And I thought it made me better
F C
And I thought it would make me strong
B F
And I thought in answered everything
B F G
But I knew that I was wrong
( Em D )
( Em D )
C G
You choose to live your life in babylon
A Em
I can't belong just fragile
