These Dreams — Piano Lead Sheet

The Spare a lit tle can dle, save it some light for me; I fig ures up a head in mov ing in touch the trees. White In a (F)skin weak er in full my in eye lin en, sight, per fume on my wrist, and a (C)full words that moon that hangs o ver these dreams fall ing in the mist. (C)These (G)dreams go on when I close my (C)eyes. (C)Ev ’ry sec ond of the (F)night I (C)live an oth er life. (C)These (G)dreams that sleep when it’s cold out (C)side; (C)ev ’ry mo ment I’m a (F)wake, the (C)fur ther I’m a way. The Is it cloak and dag ger? Could it be spring or fall? I walk with out a cut in through a stained touch glass wall, White In a (F)skin wood er in full of in princ lin en, es can dle in my grip, and the (C)prince words that have no form o ver are dreams fall ing from my lips. (C)These (G)dreams go on when I close my (C)eyes. (C)Ev ’ry sec ond of the (F)night I (C)live an oth er life. (C)These (G)dreams that sleep when it’s cold out (C)side; (C)ev ’ry mo ment I’m a (F)wake, the (C)fur ther I’m a way. There’s (G7sus4)some thing out there I can’t re sist. I need to (G)hide a way from the pain. There’s (G7sus4)some thing out there I can’t re sist. (C)fur ther I’m a way.