Adam Melchor - The archer

^BmWasted on the floor again and n^Eo one seems to mind ^AI can go back out and that would ^Dtake up too much time ^BmI'm still busy callin out your ^C#mname wide eyed and face down on the ^Apine ^{D Bm}How I miss the colors of the ^Eleaves that grow in spring ^AAnd how you used to dance upon the ^F#mrain and I would sing ^BmHow i'd give most anything to ^Ewatch you twirl around for one more ^Atime ^D

I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A}

^BmThis is how you turned me to the ^Earcher from the arched ^AThis is where you turned me to the ^Dmarksman from the marked ^BmThis is how I learnt how to ^Etake the arrows in my back And ^C#mshoot them ^Aat the s^Dtars ^BmBut how they all just circle back and ^Emeet me at the stars ^AAnd how they hit me hard enough to ^F#mquestion who you are ^BmAnd how you got so close to me ^{E E}And how you got so fa^Ar ^D

I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A F#m} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D}

^BmThe shrapnel of my faith in you is ^Ecutting through my skin ^AAnd somewhere in the mess around my ^Dbody it begins ^BmAnd I don't see an end to this^E So I'll enjoy the ^Dfire

I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^{E A D} I need more ^Bmtime ^E