Prateek Kuhad - Cold shoulders

We crossed our desi^Cres, we crossed our eyes In tokens, in ^G7charms, in smoke, in kind We spent it ^Fall We buried our^G7 cause We straightened our ^Cspine

Even the ^G7bliss is pain somehow I read up on ^Gglances and tethered to ^G7chances E^G7loped with the ^Gsounds

^FHow did^G you ^Cperceive me ^FHow did ^Gyou ^Ccomplete me ^FCold ^Gshoulders ^Capart ^ESway into my ^Farms ^GSlip into my ^Cheart

I ^Gstumbled with ^Cgrace in my stride I cordoned my ^Ghopes to one side I slipped on my ^Fswerves I balanced on ^Gcurves I slowed down my ^Cride ^G

Oh when you were ^Cfaded, you looked away When you were ^Gspoken, when you refrained I called in my ^Ffavours I called in my ^Gtroops I left you ^Calone ^G

^FTired of^G being^C only ^FThe rain, the^G sun, the l^Conely ^FCold ^Gshoulders ^Capart Sway ^Einto my ^Farms Slip ^Ginto my ^Cheart