Misc Unsigned Bands - Sell my soul - storm circus

There are ^Gtimes, when I’d rather be a t^Bmree Oh not wor^Dried, not worried bout a thin^Gg  Holding ti^Gght to the dirt under^Bmneath Spending my ^Dlife exploring every shade of gr^Geen There are th^Aings, things I wish I w^Gas So many thin^Ags, Im running fr^Gom

I’d sell my so^Gul To discover the u^Anknown Set fire to all t^Ghats cold Watch the wor^Ald unfold But the truth is that ^GI’m terrified There’s nobody on^A the other side There has never been a rea^Gson for this l^Aife

There are d^Gays, when I’d rather be a bi^Bmrd I could d^Do what I want completely un^Gdeterred  Singing s^Gongs of the things I ov^Bmerheard  Spend my l^Dife up in the sky above the e^Garth There are^A things, things I wish I^G was So many t^Ahings, Im running fr^Gom

I’d sell my so^Gul To discover the u^Anknown Set fire to all t^Ghats cold Watch the wor^Ald unfold But the truth is that ^GI’m terrified There’s nobody on^A the other side There has never been a rea^Gson for this l^Aife

It all seems so ^Bmfoolish  To pretend I can^Bm do this  Take my fear and s^Gubdue it In a world of m^Aake believe  Oh it all seems so^Bm foolish If all we are is wha^Bmt we see  Is there nothing more ^Gto this Or is it ^Aall, just make believe  

I’d sell my so^Gul To discover the u^Anknown Set fire to all t^Ghats cold Watch the wor^Ald unfold But the truth is that ^GI’m terrified There’s nobody on^A the other side There has never been a rea^Gson for this l^Aife ^Bm