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