Where in the world’s the for got ten?

They’re lost in side your mem o (C#)ry.

You’re drag ging on, your heart’s been bro ken

as we (G)emp ty all go down in his to (E)ry.

Where in the world did the time go?

It’s where your spir it seems to (C#)roam.

Like los ing faith to our a ban don

or an (G)emp ty hall way from a bro ken (E)ry.

(E)home.

Well, don’t look a way

from the (D)arms of a bad dream.

And don’t look a way,

some (D)times you’re bet ter lost than to be (E)seen.

I don’t feel strange, world’s it’s more like (E)haunt ed,

an oth er mo ment trapped in time.

I can’t quite put my fin ger on it,

but it’s (G)like a child mem that was left be (E)hind.

So where in the world’s it’s the for (E)got ten?

Like sol diers from a long lost war.

We share the scars from our a ban don

but and (G)what we re mem ber be comes folk (E)hind.

(E)lore.

Well, don’t look a way

from the (D)arms of a bad dream.

Don’t look a way,

some (D)times you’re bet ter lost than to be (E)seen.

Don’t look a way

from the (C#)arms of a mo ment.

Don’t look a way

from the (C#)arms of to mor row.

Don’t look a way

from the (C#)arms of a mo ment, don’t look a way

from the (E)arms

of love.

(C#)arms of a mo ment, don’t look a way

from the (E)arms

of love.