Frente - Bizzare love triangle

^CEvery time I thin^Dk of you ^BmI get shot right through into a bolt of blue ^{C C}It’s no problem of mine ^DBut it’s a problem I find ^BmLiving a life I ca^Cn’t leave behind

^CThere’s no sense in telling ^Dme ^BmThe wisdom of a fool won’t set you free ^{C C}But that’s the way that it goes ^DAnd nobody knows ^BmEveryday my confusi^Con grows

^CEvery time I see yo^Du falling ^BmI get down on my knees an^Cd pray ^CWaiting for that final mo^Dment ^BmYou say the words that in can’t s^Cay

^CI feel fine and I feel^D good ^BmI feel like I n^Cever should ^CWhenever I get this way ^DI just don’t know what to say ^BmCan’t we be ourselves like we were yesterday^C

^CI’m not sure what this could^D mean ^BmI don’t think you’re what^C you seem ^CI do admit to myself ^DThat If I hurt someone else ^BmI’ll never see what we’re meant t^Co be

^CEvery time I see yo^Du falling ^BmI get down on my knees a^Cnd pray ^CWaiting for that final mo^Dment ^BmYou say the words that I can’t sa^Cy

^CEvery time I see yo^Du falling ^BmI get down on my knees a^Cnd pray ^CWaiting for that final mo^Dment ^BmYou say the words that I can’t sa^Cy