Poets of the Fall - Temple of thought

^EmChills Chills come racing down my sp^Dine Like a storm on my skin With sh^Emaking hands I'll guide your sweet soul into m^Dine Until I feel you within And I k^Cnow I know that it's all about ^Emunderst^Danding And I h^Cid it ins^Dide Your beautiful s^Emoul as it's cry^Ding for l^Cove To c^Donquer the d^Emay slowly d^Dawnin' I w^Cant you to k^Dnow You're the h^Emeart of my t^Demple of th^Cought

^Em So when you're r^Destless I will c^Calm the o^Dcean for you ^Em In your s^Dorrow I will dr^Cy your t^Dears ^Em When you ne^Ded me I will ^Cbe there, l^Dow beside you Em D C (G) I'll take away all your fears ^EmI'll take aw^Day all of ^Cyour f^Dears So y^Emou can let g^Do all your f^Cears

^DDreams have nothing on my re^Cality I ^DI'm the scent of your s^Ckin ^DI know where I am end^Clessly into the sun ^DFeel the life, dream ^Cwithin