Emery – Lost (Ukulele)

C#m                                                  Abm
We write a thousand pages they're torn and on the floor

                        E                                  C#m
Headlights hammer the windows we're locked behind these doors

                                                Abm
And we are never leaving this place is part of us

                       E                              C#m
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch

C#m
My hands seem to deceive me

                               Abm
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy

                     E
The scenery's all drawn

C#m
They hang here from the walls dear

                             Abm
Painting pictures bleeding colors

             E           B Abm
Blanket the windows

C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe

C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me

Abm                                 F#
These fights with your arms left beside

                                     E
It's one thing and one more says goodnight

                               F#
You've got the map come get to me

                                   Abm
These knuckles break before they bleed

                                  F#
Tear out these veins that own my heart

                                   E
This skin that wears your lasting marks

                                  C#m
I've built these walls come get to me come get to me

C#m
Is this your lesson a slight discretion

                                        Abm
The lines that keep you the lines that sweep you

                         E
Lock the doors from the inside

C#m
Your face is so contagious it wears announcements

               Abm
It leaves me breathless I won't forget this

          E            B  Abm
I won't forget

C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe

C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me

C#m
Let the walls have their say x

C#m                    E
There's no conversation words without remorse

C#m                E
And this television drowns the only source

C#m                      E
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms

C#m               E                     C#m    E    C#m  E
Go to the staircase where you hold my heart