Anson Seabra - Kerosene

^C#mEmpty bottles on a ^Bdusty wooden floor A ^F#mremedy I've tried too many ^C#mtimes ^C#mEchos in my mind of ^Bshouts and slamming doors ^F#mI've done better with good^C#mbye

^C#mNow the sun is heading ^Bback into its grave ^F#mIt's a cold october ^C#mnight ^C#mTaste the autumn air and ^Bhope to find a way ^F#mTo keep the dark out of my ^C#mmind

Kero^Asene Kero^C#msene She ^C#mlit me up She ^Bleft me numb I ^Acall her keros^Eene

^C#mLight a candle as I l^Bay me down to sleep ^F#mWatch the room begin to ^C#mglow ^C#mListen quietly to w^Bind and rustling leaves ^F#mIn the silence I'm a^C#mt home

^C#mIn my dreams I see her s^Btanding by the fire ^F#mGranite eyes reflect the ^C#mflames ^C#mHumming softly till the e^Bmbers start to tire ^F#mA faded memory that I ^C#msaved

Kero^Asene Kero^C#msene She ^C#mlit me up She ^Bleft me numb I ^Acall her keros^Eene

Kero^Asene Kero^C#msene She ^C#mlit me up She ^Bleft me numb I ^Acall her keros^Eene