Reina Del Cid - The cooling

The ^Gfirst thing to ^Bmgo it might surp^Emrise you to ^Dknow it's not the ^Cblood from the muscle or the ^Dstrength from the bone

^GBetween you and ^Bmme it's the ^Emsimplest ^Dthing it's the ^Cwarmth of the body when the ^Dsoul is at home

It's the ^Emheat (^Bmmm) and you ^Cstruggle to keep it ^Dinside but it ^Emseems (^Bmmm) it's ^Cstealing away in the ^Dnight

When you ^Gfirst rea^Bmlized that your ^Embody had ^Ddied you ^Cwent to the tunnel to ^Dwait there alone

And you ^Gstood there for ^Bmdays but the ^Emlight never ^Dcame so you ^Ctook your poor body and you ^Dwalked it back home

Now you're p^Gopping some ^Bmpills oh to ^Emfight back the ^Dchill and you're ^Cpicking some flowers to ^Dhelp with the stench

But no ^Gmanner of ^Bmblush will ^Embe quite ^Denough to c^Cover the pallor that ^Dspreads 'cross your skin

and they ^Emsaid (^Bmmm) that ^Chell would be fire and ^Dsmoke but in the ^Emend (^Bmmm) it's this ^Ccooling that scares you the ^Dmost

There's a ^Gpretty young ^Bmthing with a ^Empretty gold ^Dring and she t^Calks to you every night 'cause she ^Ddon't know you're dead

And you ^Gcan't figure ^Bmhow when you're ^Emwalking through ^Dtown no one's ^Cnoticed the knife sticking ^Dout of your head

Now you're ^Gliving in ^Bmfear that ^Emsometime this ^Dyear they will ^Cfinally notice that your ^Dheart doesn't beat

And they'll ^Gdig you a ^Bmgrave and they'll ^Emput you a^Dway but you ^Cstill won't be ready you'll grow ^Dback like a weed

Like a ^Emweed (^Bmmm) and you ^Cwonder what you're waiting ^Dfor 'cause it ^Emseems (^Bmmm) there's no ^Chonor in death ^Danymore