Softengine - The sirens

A messy pile of c^G#lothes L^D#ying on my f^C#loor Should the end come c^G#lose ^D# Still I'm waiting f^C#or A cold blue b^G#reeze blows, it ^D#knows the room my ^C#heart is going through Having ^D#mind in^Fmto ^D# No one’s callin^C#g you But the ^D#sirens ^Fmdo

^C# Hanging ^A#mon the shortest s^D#traw cause my head’^Cms full of choices ^C# Hanging ^A#mon the lowest f^D#all

^Cm When the sirens ^Fmcall you ^C#oooh, ^D#I ^Cm Scream louder f^Fmor you o^C#ooh, I ^D#do ^Cm The horizon ^C#lost its brightest glow ^FmDon't you let it go, t^D#hrough our darkest hour ^CmI will lead you ^C#hoo^Fmome, I ^D#do ^Cm When the sirens ^Fmcall

^C# Hiding ^A#mevery source of ^D#light Cover my e^Cmars from the voices ^C# Ver^A#mifying if I'm a^D#live

^Cm When the sirens ^Fmcall you ^C#oooh, ^D#I ^Cm Scream louder f^Fmor you o^C#ooh, I ^D#do ^Cm The horizon ^C#lost its brightest glow ^FmDon't you let it go, t^D#hrough our darkest hour ^CmI will lead you ^C#hoo^Fmome, I ^D#do ^Cm When the sirens ^Fmcall