Poets of the Fall - Temple of thought

^AmChills Chills come racing down my sp^Gine Like a storm on my skin With sh^Amaking hands I’ll guide your sweet soul into^G mine Until I feel you within And I k^Fnow I know that it’s all abou^Amt under^Gstanding And I h^Fid it ins^Gide Your beautiful s^Amoul as it’s c^Grying for^F love To c^Gonquer the d^Amay slowly d^Gawnin’ I w^Fant you to k^Gnow You’re the^Am heart of my^G temple of ^Fthought

^Am So when you’re^G restless I will^F calm the^G ocean for you^Am In your s^Gorrow I will dr^Fy your t^Gears ^Am When you ne^Ged me I will ^Fbe there, l^Gow beside you Am G F (G) I’ll take away all your fears ^AmI’ll take ^Gaway all o^Ff your^G fears So y^Amou can let g^Go all your f^Fears

^GDreams have nothing on my re^Fality I ^GI’m the scent of your^F skin ^GI know where I am end^Flessly into the sun ^GFeel the life, dream ^Fwithin