Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova - Falling slowly

^CI don t know you ^Fbut I want you ^CAll the more for ^Fthat ^CWords fall through me ^Fand always fool me ^CAnd I can t re^Fact

^AmGames that ^Gnever a^Fmount to ^Gmore than their ^Ammeant Will ^Gplay themselves ^Fout

^CTake this ^Gsinking ^Amboat and ^Gpoint it ^Fhome We ve ^Cstill got ^Gtim^Fe ^CRaise your ^Ghopeful ^Amvoice you ^Ghave a ^Fchoice You ve ^Cmake it ^Gknow^Fn

^CFalling slowly, ^Feyes that know me ^CAnd I can t go ^Fback ^CMoods that take me ^Fand erase me ^CAnd I m painted ^Fblack

^AmYou have ^Gsuffered e^Fnough and ^Gwarred with your^Amself It s ^Gtime that you ^Fwon

^CTake this ^Gsinking ^Amboat and ^Gpoint it ^Fhome We ve ^Cstill got ^Gtim^Fe ^CRaise your ^Ghopeful ^Amvoice you ^Ghave a ^Fchoice You ve ^Cmake it ^Gknow^Fn ^CFalling ^Gslowly, ^Amsing your ^Gmelody ^FI ll ^Csing it ^Glou^Fd