Rosie Carney - Awake me

^AmWater it ^Gflows In ^Dmdeserts y^Gou have ^Emmade Their surface ^Cbreaks ^AmBreaks like the ^Gbones Your d^Dmarkness ^Ghas cla^Emimed There's hell to ^Cpay

^DmAwa^Gke ^Cme Don't^Dm br^Geak ^Cme

^AmFrom down in the ^Gdirt To^Dm under mo^Guntain ^Emtops Where our life ^Cstops ^AmAnd I've been a^G fool For^Bm more than hal^Gf of my ^Emlife I've tried to^C hide

^DmAwa^Gke ^Cme Don't ^Dmbre^Gak ^Cme

^DmDon't ^Cleave it too lon^Gg ^DmDon't ^Cleave it too lon^Gg

^GOh^Dm, a^Cll the birds are falling to the ^Ggr^Dmound ^CAll the trees are growing upside d^Gow^Dmn ^CWe're all holding onto something Holding onto someone else's ^Ghand