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