The Keeper

Cm
I know she said,
D#
That I don't need her,
G#                Fm
cause everytime I call,
Cm
she's sitting sweeter,

I know she said,
to get near her,
but I'm feeling cold,
and I must leave her.

Cm
Sat down here with my head hung down
D#
and I just seem to find
         G#
a bit of peace,
         Fm
a bit of love,
         Cm
a bit of something left behind.

Sat down here best intentions,
nothing said, nothing lied,
a bit of peace,
a bit of love,
a bit of something left inside.