Tom: Eb
Eb E Eb
My cup is cold, my paper's old, my heart is sold to Melancholia,
Eb E Eb
My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn, my heart is born to Melancholia.
Eb E Eb
A strange surprise, what I despised in other guys is here in me,
Eb E Eb
They lose their girl, they lose their world, and then they cry for all to see
G D A G D A
I've never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad.
Eb E Eb
The sheets are grey, but since the day she went away, I lost all power.
Eb E E
The dust is thick, the dog is sick, the kids have picked most of the flowers.
Am D E Am D E
The sun is shining, but not for me. The sun is shining, but not for me.
G D A G D A
I've never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad.
Eb E Eb
The sheets are grey, but since the day she went away, I lost all power.
Eb E Eb
The dust is thick, the dog is sick, the kids have picked most of the flowers.
Créditos: Rodrigo Alan Feltrin Ferraz(maisraivadoquemedo@yahoo.com.br)
