Laura Gibson - The last one

^CArms once bent towards ^Amme, ^Fnow caught in hesit^Cat^Gion ^CLegs once dan^Amcing, ^Fnow wandering^C in^G place ^AmWords ^Bmonce ^Cprom^Amisin^Gg, ^Cto do, t^Amo have, ^Emto hold ^AmWhat's^Bm wort^Ch sa^Amving^G, just to ^Cwatch each o^Amther ^Emdrown ^GAm I wrong?

^COh here we are, here we are, here we are, dear Are we ^Amnear to the end, saving our breath? Our ^Fhistories bound, cold to our chest D^Cid I fail you? Did I fa^Gil love? ^CHere I am stealing the heat from your back ^AmStill tracing the wall where your shadow was cast With ^Fevery voice whispering to us, "It's not^C lost! It's not^G lost!"

I tried to ^Clove you in ^Amdisguise I built an ^Faltar to your si^Cle^Gnce I ^Cmeant to undraw every ^Amline ^FWore your loneliness so fon^Cdl^Gy ^AmCould you keep ^Bmthe ^Crest^Amless st^Gill? The future ^Cstuck ins^Amide your t^Emhroat ^AmWhat's ^Bmworth l^Cetti^Amng ^Ggo? I can't tell s^Celfishnes^Fs fr^Amom l^Emove any^Gmore

^COh here we are, here we are, here we are, dear Are we ^Amnear to the end, straining to hold ^CThis g^Fhost of a thing, alien being that w^Cas once love? Is it still l^Gove? A^Cnd here I am stealing the cloth from your back Still p^Amulling out every thread for a song And ^Fmaybe I'll stay, or maybe I'll hear The ^Ctiniest voice w^Ghispering to me C Am F