Tone: [D]
Capo: 1
Verse:
with a[D]a cold brown ground
i r[A]remember
a certain [G]fall
[D]mother screams and calls
from the s[A]sink she saw
me f[G]fall, fall, fall
she thinks there's [D]blood on my hands
but d[A]doesn't understand
how d[G]deep, deep, deep
she t[D]tries to help me stand
but we s[A]sink in the sand
neck d[G]deep, deep, deep
Chorus:
[C] time grows stale and s[G]still
[C] when waiting on the p[G]pill
[C] to dress my wounds in my w[G]will
[Am] is this blood real
[C] will i cease to feel [D]
Verse:
now there's b[D]bareness all around
[A]leaves mask the sound
and they f[G]fall
mother ea[D]earth fades and rusts
as her ch[A]child in us f[G]falls, falls, falls
m[D]mother doesn't know
its [A]ok to slow d[G]down, down, down
yes i've du[D]dulled and dimmed
but there's a f[A]fire still within
deep d[G]down, down, down
Chorus:
[C] time grows stale and s[G]still
[C] when waiting on the p[G]pill
[C] to dress my wounds in my w[G]will
[Am] is this blood real
[C] will i cease to feel [D]
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