Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Notice,
How the hand that touches,
Is full of needles,
But you don't feel them.
Notice,
How you never feel it,
How you never see it,
Until you pass it.
You don't need a key,
To know me and my thorns.
You will find me,
Just beneath the chords.
It was given to me,
And I couldn't love anything more.
It was given to me.
Instrumental
Notice,
How the star that shines us,
It burns and blinds us,
Wherever we move.
Notice,
How you love the blindness,
The burn reminds you,
That you can feel too.
You just need to sleep,
To know me, to know more.
You will find me,
Just beneath the chords.
It was given to me,
And I couldn't love anything more.
It was given to me,
And I couldn't love anything more.
It was given to me.