February Seven — Simple Sheet Music

(E)I went on the search for some thin’ true. (E)I was al most there when I found you. (E)Soon er than my fate was wrote, per fect blade, it slit my throat and (E)beads of lust re leased in to the air. When (A)I a woke, (B)you were stand in’ there. (E)I was on the mend when I fell through. The (E)sky a round was an y thing but blue. I (E)found as I re gained my feet, a (A)wound a cross my (B)mem o ry that (E)no a mount of stitch es would re pair. But (A)I a woke and (B)you were stand in’ (E)there. There’s no for tune at the end of the road that has no end. There’s no re turn ing (E)to the spoils (E)once you’ve (A)spoiled the thought of them. There’s no fall in’ back a sleep once you’ve wak ened from the dream. Now I’m rest ed and I’m read y, I’m (A)rest ed and I’m read y to be gin. I’m (B)read y to be gin. (E)I went on the search for some thin’ real. I (E)trad ed what I know for what I feel. But the (E)ceil ing and the walls col lapsed, up on the dark ness I was trapped. And (E)as the last of breath was drawn from me, the (A)light broke in and (B)brought me to my feet. There’s no for y. Yeah, I’m rest ed and I’m read y, I’m (A)rest ed and I’m read y. Yeah, I’m rest ed and I’m read y I’m (A)rest ed and I’m read y to be gin. I’m (B)read y to be gin.