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