Microphones - Sand

^EI'd like to ^Bbelieve, ^AIn one thing that you ^Esay to ^Bme. ^EWould you like, to ^Bleave? When I ^Atry to talk it off, Just ^Eturns out to ^Bbe.

^C#mTurn on the ^Estove, In the ^Blittle tiny rooms that our friend calls a ^Ahome. ^C#mMy head fills with ^Eheat, From the ^Bknife in your hand to ^Amy...

^EI'd like to ^Bunderstand, ^AWhat you think about and ^Ewhy it seems so ^Bbad. ^EIt's only escape, From ^Aeverything I know I'm weak. I ^EKnow that I'm ^Bsad.

^C#mTurn on the ^Estove, In the ^Blittle tiny rooms that our friend calls a ^Ahome. ^C#mMy head fills with ^Eheat, From the ^Bknife in your hand to ^Amy...

^ESand.