Blackfield - My gift of silence

^AmIf I compiled all my cr^Fimes and my lies into a^Gmnesty Would you come back ^Fto me? The sm^Amile on my lips is a s^Fign that I don't hear you ^Gleaving me And I don't hear my own ^Fsoul scream

^AmI'll read your lips, watch your ^Fscarf play at your hips And I k^Gnow it's true But I don't hear him call ^Fto you

^CDon't b^Emlame yours^Felf ^CDon't c^Emhange your^Fself I ^Cjust wanna be ^Emover you, see, if you'll ^Flove ^CDon't ^Emhate yours^Amelf

^AmIf I compiled all my cr^Fimes and my lies into a^Gmnesty Would you come back ^Fto me? The sm^Amile on my lips is a s^Fign that I don't hear you ^Gleaving me And I don't hear my own ^Fsoul scream

^CDon't b^Emlame yours^Felf ^CDon't c^Emhange your^Fself I ^Cjust wanna be ^Emover you, see, if you'll ^Flove ^CDon't ^Emhate yours^Amelf