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