Grayscale - Tommys song

E^Cyes stinging red, from tears clouding focus My edge^Fs broken glass, shattered, dull, and bolus I sat^Am in your living room, the ^Amsame o^Cne That you snuck through for t^Fwenty years

D^Cemons in your head followed you the closest Spilled through ^Fevery single doorway

And I laid in that l^Amiving room, seven hours straight Didn't speak or move but I ^Fswear to God

And it's the ^Amsmall things that ^Gdrove you insane Held your ^Ffuneral on a perfect weather day

No last goobye, just si^Amlence made It's fallen t^Dears in falling^F rain

^CStood outside of your^F old bedroom Stillness, h^Ceavy air, sun drenched^F hollow view I^C would've been there to^F listen through Said "It's o^Ckay to lose, even angels^F sing the blues"

I heard g^Amospels ^{G F}In my head, in my head, in my head

Closed my ^Ceyes for just a glimpse You were gone when they opened Cobalt i^Fris, dimpled cheeks

I swear I heard your s^Ampirit sing He promised me you found peace in your ^Fsleep

Watched your ^Amsmile^D change in picture frames Through your ^Fbest years, taken slow, a life of pain

No last goobye, just s^Amilence made It's fallen ^Dmtears in falling^F rain

^CStood outside of your old^F bedroom Stillness, ^Cheavy air, sun drenched^F hollow view I^C would've been there to li^Fsten through Said "It's ok^Cay to lose, even angels s^Fing the blues"

I heard gospels ^Csinging in my head

I heard ^Amgospels ^Bmsinging in my^G head I saw ^Cangels there,^F holding your hands And I ^Ampray that it ^Gdidn't hurt too badly, my f^Criend I'll s^Fee you soon, it's not the end I heard ^Amgospels ^Gsinging in my head I saw a^Cngels, they're^F holding your hand And I'm p^Amraying that it^G didn't hurt too badly, my f^Criend I'll ^Fsee you soon, it's not the end I heard ^Amgospels ^Gsinging in my head I saw ^Cangels, they're^F holding your hand And I'm p^Amraying that it ^Gdidn't hurt too badly, my ^Cfriend I'll ^Fsee you soon, this is not the end

I thought about the ^Ambrass Door handle you m^Gust've used To hang ^Cup your gloves Laces fall ^Ffrom your shoes ^AmNo night goes by when I Don't ^Gthink of you We miss you so much, ^CTom Know that you ^Fmiss us too ^AmMan, I know that I'll see you soon ^CDid what you had to do Fven angels ^Fsing the blues ^AmYeah, I know that I'll see you^G soon ^CDid what you had to do Fven angels s^Dming the blues