Sonata Arctica - The last of the lambs

^EmOnce by the stairs, ^Conce by the door ^EmOnce in the kitchen, ^Cdown on the floor ^EmThese are the memories, the ^Dscars on my hands In ^Csilence, in ^Ddarkness... ^CAlone

^EmI am the symbol, your ^Ccardinal sin ^EmEnding a story be^Cfore it begins ^EmYou cannot speak the ^Dlanguage, the words on your ^Cskin

^DSymbols we have on our ^Cskins ^AmYou get the meaning ^Emnow

When you ^Gcry on your ^Cbed Could've ^Emloved me in^Gstea^Dd The ^Amlast of the ^Glambs have ^Emgone ^EmYou get the meaning now When you ^Glay on your ^Cbed Hear the ^Emsilence in your ^Ghea^Dd The ^Amlast of the ^Glambs have ^Cgone

^DLast of the lambs are ^Cgone ^DYou get the meaning ^Cnow ^DLast of the lambs have ^Cgone..^D. ^EmNow...

When you ^Gcry on your ^Cbed Could've ^Emloved me in^Gstea^Dd The ^Amlast of the ^Glambs have ^Emgone ^EmYou get the meaning now Still a^Gwake in your ^Cbed Hear the ^Emsilence in your ^Ghea^Dd The ^Amlast of the ^Glambs have ^Emgone

^EmIn silence ^EmIn silence