Tom: C
| C | C | F | G |
| C | C | F | G |
[Verse 1]
C F C F
Take the splinter from the tambourine and split the skin to feel something.
F C F G
I'm not alone in drowning out the things I hate to talk about,
Am C F C
well, oh, no: it’s too late to let the feelings
F C F G
truly show.
[Chorus 1]
C C F G
Come, walk with me,
C C F G
come, talk with me.
Dm G C F
How can I realign the avenues of better times?
F C F C F Dm F (F)
When will I cease fucking up endlessly?
[Verse 2]
C F C F
The sharpened teeth and roots of memories came too late for me
F C F G
to see the cast is blind. And searching for a light
F C F C
switch in the dark, then got tangled
Am C F G
in the strings of the heart.
[Chorus 2]
C C F G
Come, walk with me,
C C F G
come, talk with me.
Dm G C F
How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates?
F C F C F Dm F N.C.
When will I case fucking up endlessly?
[Interlude]
| C F | C F | F C | F G |
| F | F | C F | G |
[Chorus 2] (Reprise)
C C F G
Come, walk with me,
C C F G
come, talk with me.
Dm G C F
How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates?
F C F C F Dm F (F)
When will I case fucking up endlessly?
