Radical Face - A pound of flesh

^Cmy feet plow on from light to dawn my empty belly ^Amand my body aches ain't hard to take next to the ^Gweight I ^Ccarry in my chest a pound of flesh could never tip the ^Amscale that I've made I should have stayed, but I was ^Gnever wise^F I hear your voices ^Gin the wind that cuts the ^Amnight and I ^Fpray to whatever is ^Glistening things will be alright^C

oh, my boy, you're ^Amalive your heart's still ^Gbeating so ^Cdon't you mind, don't you ^Ammind we all drift ^Gsometimes

^FI can still hear your ^Gfeet as you ran from the ^Amhouse but knowing ^Fyou won't be ^Gback, doesn't ^Ammean that I will stop ^Emwaiting ^Fyou told me then: Hold me ^Gdown or hold me up to the ^Amfire, but don't you ^Fdare hold me ^Gback.

^FI see your faces ^Gin the clouds that scar the ^Amnight and I ^Fpray to whoever is ^Glistening things will be alright^C

then ^Amtoday I wake up feeling ^Geasy, and find ^CI'm on the more familiar ^Froads I got a ^Amdarkness wrapped ^Ginside me, but now it ^Cain't so hard to let it ^Fgo so ^Amkeep a candle burning in the ^Gwindow, I'm almost ^Chome