American Gospel - Geronimo

^EmI searched for ^Cyou my ^Gwhole life^{D C}In white washed^G frozen ^Dgroves ^CI casted ^Gout my ^Dlast line ^CLet me ^Gfeet get ^Dcold I just want to ^Csee ^Gyou

And my l^Gover ^Dsleeps ^Gunderneath the w^Emater (All wrapped up in the reefs) C She ^Gsold ^Dmy t^Grust for coordinates and^Em bait (With the bones, of my kin, dug up from the trench of my past) C And I've been ^Gliving in the s^Dhadow ^Gif his former ^Emfailure (In the cold, under stone, buried between all the ice) C And I can ^Gfeel it, the ^Dsun is going down^G (This desert can drift) And the cold is from ^Emyou

She broke straight through the ^Gice I saw her with my ^Deyes And I stared through the soul of the one that I loved And I learned I was nothing at ^Call I though about the ^Gsearch And everything I'm ^Dworth Is it gold, is it coal In the end I am sure we're all dirt in the ^Cground Now I'm still trying to find o^Gut which way to ^Dgo ^CAnd I hope that you ^Gknow you're not ^Dalone You're not ^Galone