The Glass Child

The Glass Child

Who Am I
nível fácil
Capo on 2 

Verse 
Bm / A / G / A x 4 
There was a man in my dream saying ”listen; 
You are a child of a wandering kind and 
you need to follow the stars for your reasons, don’t ask why” 
And now I swallow my tears as he whisper 
Holding on learning to be strong 
I’m reading bibles and poets of wisdom, asking why 

Pre-Chorus 
Bm / A / G / A x 2 
Now I hold my breath 
when they say I’m blessed 
Hold me tight tonight 

I confess 
This is all a test 
How long can I survive? 

Chorus 
Bm / G / D / A x 4 
I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now 
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt 
And I am slow-walking after my call 
He’s calling me 

I spend my days making up for the passed one 
Holding on to my life best I can 
come throw me into the eye of the storm 
Just come give me some more 
Who am I? 

Verse 
Bm / A / G / A x 4 
I’m wearing guns on the back of my feet now 
Learning sounds pressing hard to the ground 
I’m waking up with an ache and a fever 
I’m alive 

And as I’m making my way by the river 
Making friends with the homeless men 
and I’m learning life from a lifeless believer 
I’m alive 

Pre-Chorus 
Bm / G / D / A x 2 
And I hold my breath 
when they say I’m blessed 
Hold me tight tonight 

I confess 
This is all a test 
How long can I survive? 

Chorus 
Bm / G / D / A x 4 
I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now 
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt 
And I am slow-walking after my call 
He’s calling me 

I spend my days making up for the passed one 
Holding on to my life best I can 
come throw me into the eye of the storm 
Just come give me some more 
Who am I? 

Stripped Mid8 
Bm / G / D / A x 4 
Can’t they see I’m all alone 
This road is now my home 
I went to find some piece of mind 
What’s living meant to be? 

I’m researching for myself 
I’m my own heaven and hell 
And will I find some piece of mind 
within this shell? 

Chorus until end 
Bm / G / D / A x 4 
I’m dropping wax in the mid of my palms now 
Open up, feel the wound, pour the salt 
And I am slow-walking after my call 
He’s calling me 

I spend my days making up for the passed one 
Holding on to my life best I can 
come throw me into the eye of the storm 
Just come give me some more 
Who am I?

Enviado por: Tercio Moraes

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