2 acessos
E C#m On a street of old bones B Dust masquerades as skin A Time turns itself to stone E Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win C#m Desires to break and deconstruct A C#m B I defend the middle ground A Every battle I’ve ever fought D Has either been lost or bought [Chorus] E And in the rhythm of your voice B I find space to rejoice C#m My complicated illusions A Leave me with no choice [Interlude] D E C#m A C#m B A D E [Verse 2] E C#m Even the answers that I dream B Are riddled with doubt and holes A Illusions are complicated D N.C. Redacted and retold [Chorus] E And in the rhythm of your voice B I find space to rejoice C#m My complicated illusions A D Leave me with no choice E And in the margins of the page B Truth hides but leaves a trace C#m My complicated illusions A D Are now no more than faith [Interlude] E B C#m A D [Chorus] E And in the rhythm of your voice B I find space to rejoice C#m My complicated illusions A D Leave me with no choice E And in the margins of the page B Truth hides but leaves a trace C#m My complicated illusions A D E Are now no more than faith