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