Mirah - Light

A ^Gwork sore hand to catch some rain ^GIt turns up empty, all is dry ^GAnd all y^Gou ^Emever^Bm wan^Amted was some rain ^GWas^Em som^Bme ra^Amin

^GIf heaven is the future ^GWhy is it that that you refuse to go ^GThere now with all you have ^GYou reall^Gy s^Emhoul^Bmd do^Am more than just complain ^GJus^Emt co^Bmmpla^Amin

^GSuch a rotten taste ^GIs left when you don't think to say that ^GIt's just such a sorry waste ^GTo take^G th^Eme ea^Bmsy w^Amay out of the pain ^GOf ^Emthe ^Bmpain^Am

^GWhe^Bmn the end^Em shines^C from the deep ^GAnd al^Bml the ^Emhate and ^Call the hell that history has released ^GWould^Bm tremble be^Emfore your va^Clor if you'd just get down on your knees ^GAnd p^Bmromise to a^Emll your c^Children true that you will live in peace

^GWhere^Em's the light to shine on me ^BmOh, send^D me something, send me please ^GClean^Emse my body, close my eyes ^BmI'm ^Gnak^Emed and p^Drepared to die ^GIn the sta^Emrry atmosphere ^GWhen ^Dall the questions disappear ^GAnd p^Emressure with a salty taste ^EmExal^Gts ^Emthe ^Dtea^Grs that soak your face.