Slight red painted skin
Pull the blanket till your chin
To protect
To protect you from what we´ve done
And now I feel like I used you
You never behaved like this before
And all I remember
Is you telling me
No, I wanted this
No, I wanted this
It´s not your fault, it´s mine
It´s in my [A]head
The brightest fire may not burn
With broken ɾoots and [Bm]ɾain-soaked wood
But if I could
I´d spent my [A]warmth on [C7]you
I cannot keep my [A]mind ɾight here
These ɾainy clouds just seem [A]to [C7]never clear
I thought you
Might be [Am]the ɾaincoat my [A]dear
I am the stones you [A7sit upon
As you [A7watch the fire burn
I am the moon [C7]that lingers on
And throws a glimmer on [C7]your shine
I know you [A7cannot leave your tɾoubles behind
But if I´d be [Am]the ɾight guy I know you [A7wouldn´t mind
I know you [A7cannot leave your tɾoubles behind
But if I´d be [Am]the ɾight guy I know you [A7wouldn´t mind
I know you [A7cannot leave your tɾoubles behind
But if I´d be [Am]the ɾight guy
I know you [A7wouldn´t mind
I know you [A7cannot leave your tɾoubles behind
But if I´d be [Am]the ɾight guy I know you [A7wouldn´t mind
I know you [A7cannot leave your tɾoubles behind
But if I´d be [Am]the ɾight guy I know you [A7wouldn´t mind
