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