Intro
A#m G# x2
[Verse]
A#m G# C# F#
I can't feel my right side ear but I'll probably still not listen to jazz
A#m G# C# F#
I can't feel my left side hand god I hope it comes back to me again
F# Fm
But all this means is I'll get back what I lost
F#
When I wanted to die
Fm
Eight months before
F#
Or a year or two ago
F F#
Sitting in my room with the light beams shining through
F F#
And an able bodied soul but a mind that didn't know
F
That light beam was gold