Ingrid Michaelson - Glass

^CRolled around on ^Amkitchen floors. ^CTied my tongue in ^Ampretty bows with yours. ^{F F}And now we pass and j^Gsusust like ^Fglass ^AmI see through you, you ^Fsee through me like ^FI'm not ^Cthere.

^CYou could make my^Am head swerve. ^CUsed to know my every ^Amcurve. ^{F F}And now we meet on a ^Gsusstreet, ^{F Am}And I am blind. I canno^Ft find the heart I g^Fave to y^Cou.

^AmSometimes ^Fwhat we ^Fthink we r^Feally w^Amant we ^Fdon't. Some^Ftimes what ^Fwe think^Am we want ^Fwe reall^Fy don't. S^Fometimes ^Amwhat we ^Fthink we ^Flove ^Fwe ^Fdon't.

^AmAnd I am blind, I canno^Ft find the ^Gsusheart I ^Fgave And ^Fthen we mee^Gsust on th^Fe street ^AmAnd I am blind, I ^Gsuscannot find the heart I gave to ^Cyou.