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