Standard (EADGBE)
A little says a lot when writing from across the world
Under the cover of the air
Open your letterbox each day to catch a glimpse of me
Someone who's trying just to breathe
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in a disappearing world
I'm running out of time to make a sentimental plea
Pass off this trivial affair
That made me motion sick to be displaced in history
And separated by a stare
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in the beauty of a world
Whose intentions were not as clear as they could be
Whose reflection was not made to look like me
I'm running out of time to make a sentimental plea
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
I found it in a disappearing world
I found it in the beauty of a world
I found it in a disappearing world