C#m E A
B little says a lot when writing from across the world
Under the cover of the air
C#m E A
Open your letterbox each day to catch a glimpse of me
Someone who's trying just to breathe
F# A
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
D A
I found it in a disappearing world
D A
I found it in a disappearing world
C#m E A
I'm running out of time to make a sentimental plea
Pass off this trivial affair
C#m E A
That made me motion sick to be displaced in history
And separated by a stare
F# A
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
D A
I found it in a disappearing world
D A
I found it in the beauty of a world
G# A G# A F#
Whose intentions were not as clear as they could be
G# A G# A F#
Whose reflection was not made to look like me
E A E A
E F#m E F#m
C#m E A
I'm running out of time to make a sentimental plea
F# A
Don't ask, my love, "Where is it that your peace comes from?"
D A
I found it in a disappearing world
D A
I found it in the beauty of a world
D C#m
I found it in a disappearing world
D G