What is wrong with her eyes?
Bm D
F# glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold.
G
F# gaze that could make hell freeze over...
Bm F#
I have to understand she's gone...
Bm
But she's not!
D
Don't you tell me that she is dead!
G
Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me!
Bm D F# G
...And something here is not quite right...
Bm D G A
Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes.
Bm D
But I cannot stand to turn away.
G
When I do, she'll be gone...
A
It's frightening...
G G F#
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
F#
They'll be here soon.
B C# D E
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
B C# D E
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
G G F#
Running now will only make it worse...
F#
They'll be here soon.
B C# D E
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
D E F#/C#
I wish my mind would stop...
G A
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Bm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
G
Paint abandons canvas.
A Bm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
G
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
Bm D
Shaking as I rest her body down.
G
No one knows, only me...
A
It's frightening...
G G F#
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
F#
They'll be here soon.
B C# D E
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
B C# D E
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
G G F#
Running now will only make it worse...
F#
They'll be here soon.
B C# D E
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
D E F#/C#
I wish my mind would stop...
G A
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Bm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
G
Paint abandons canvas.
A Bm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
G
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
B C# D E B C# D E
There's a madman glaring straight at me!
B C# D E B C# D E 2x B C# D E
Oh I know I've seen his face before...
B C# D E D E F#/C#
I am sure I've seen his face before...
G A
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Bm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
G
Paint abandons canvas.
A Bm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
G
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...