Ryan Adams - Broken things

^FI've come to you from broken th^Cings ^FI've crawled to you on my hands and k^Cnees ^FSailed to you across the seven s^Ceas If on^Gly to ^Fhear you say my ^Cname ^FI've come to you from broken t^Cimes ^FI've showed you my face with no disgu^Cise My m^Femories a mirror without e^Cyes ^GIf only to t^Fake way your p^Cain ^GIf only to h^Fear you say my ^Cname

You're the whispering in the r^Amising w^Gind ^FEmpty and so c^Cold too ^Bdark for the b^Amirds to f^Gly in They're l^Fined up on the ^Gwall And ^Amas I'm walki^Bng ^Cby they sc^Fattered and take ^Goff I w^Fatch them as they rise into the ^Csun If ^Fonly you believed you were the ^Cone

^FWhen the day is new the light is ^Cwarm ^FUp on the bed the curtain is drawn and t^Corn The sh^Fadows forming, falling just be^Chind If ^Gonly you b^Felieved all of my l^Cies ^FHanging in my heart just like a fl^Cag ^FWhen I'm lazy the wind, the colors s^Cag ^FAs the clouds go rolling off th^Ce hill ^GCan't tell where the ^Froofs begin and ^Cend N^Go more will I k^Fnow my home ag^Cain

Hear the whispering in the r^Amising w^Gind ^FEmpty and so c^Cold too d^Bark for the b^Amirds to f^Gly in They're ^Flined up on the w^Gall ^AmAnd as I'm w^Balking ^Cby they sc^Fattered and take ^Goff I w^Fatch them as they rise into the s^Cun If o^Fnly you believed you were the ^Cone