(C#m)I

played the (Bsus)fool to day

and (C#m)I

just dream of (A)van ish ing (G#m)in to the (C#m)crowd.

Long ing for home a gain,

but (C#m)home

is a (Amaj7)feel ing I bur ied in you.

I’m al right, I’m al right.

It on ly hurts when I breathe.

(CN.C.)And I can’t (C#m)ask for things to be still a gain.

No, I can’t (C#m)ask if I

could (Amaj7)walk through the (C#m)world in your eyes.

Long ing for home a gain,

but (C#m)home

is a (Amaj7)feel ing I bur ied in you.

I’m al right, I’m al right.

It on ly hurts when I breathe.

I’m al right, I’m al right.

It on ly hurts when I breathe.

My (C#m)win dow through which noth ing hides

and ev ’ry thing sings.

I’m (C#m)count ing the signs

and curs ing the miles in be tween,

(A)oh.

And (C#m)home

is a (Amaj7)feel ing I bur ied in you, that I bur ied in you.

When I breathe,

yeah, it (C#m)on ly (B)hurts when I breathe,

when I breathe,

oh, it (C#m)on ly (B)hurts when I breathe.