G Oh lover don't turn awayD The futures bangin' on your doorA G Wont you just let it in With teeth sinkin' in Beggin' you to sinD A G The sirens sing so say it now Before the candles outA Before the clocks tick off their armsG And our memories are sold When hope was still afloatBm F#m G Now we make love by roteEm D We could make it rightAm We'd save our souls tonightG D And with a word I'd take back all the shit I've doneEm D And if you think its fineAm Will you lay your head next to mineC G And breathe out the sickness trapped inside your lungsD A G D A Your lungs, your lungsG Oh lover with world aflameD This winters freezin' up your charmsA G In cold I have not known It drags us into snowD This heavy load we towA G Our tripping tongues take time to moan The spells we used to speakD The push and pull and do it nowA Of boiling summer daysG Why do you look that wayD F#m G Your eyes never were so greyEm D And we could make it rightAm We'd save our souls tonightG D And with a word I'd take back all the shit I've doneEm D And if you think its fineAm Will you lay your head next to mineC Em And breathe out the sickness trapped inside your lungsD We could make it rightAm We'd save our souls tonightG Em And with a word I'd take back all the shit I've doneD And if you think its fineAm G Will you lay your head next to mineC G And breathe in the goodness thats inside my soulD A My soul, my soul
The Measure Of Things
Oscar Isaac
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