Strand of Oaks - Weird ways

^GI, I don't feel it any^Cmore Some^Ghow I see clearer than be^Cfore I hold ^Don to the ^Embastion of ^Clight I turn my ^Dback to the ^Emmeaning of ^Clife The ^Gscene isn't my scene ^Canymore I dug too ^Gdeep and was crawling on the ^Cfloor It's what you ^Dmake and the ^Empeople you ^Clove The more I ^Dburn the ^Emless I've got to ^Cshow

^AmWhat's calling them ^Cnow? Jumping in ^Emline at the ^Dstore ^AmKeep racing a^Chead There's no ^Emvalue in the ^Dscore

Grind your ^Gteeth and cut off all your^C sleeves A few good ^Griffs and a sticky bag of ^Cgreen You said be^Dfore it's not as ^Embad as it ^Cseems A grown up ^Dkid gets to l^Emive out all his d^Creams No self con^Dtrol, you keep ^Emsinging through the ^Cscream When you wake ^Dup, it's ^Emcloser than you ^Cthink ^D

There are ^Ccolors in the ^Emplaces you can't ^Dfind It's a ^Cweird way of ^Emsayin' good^Dbye It's a ^Cweird way to ^Emsay good^Dbye It's a ^Cweird way to ^Emsay good^Dbye

There are ^Ccolors in the ^Emplaces you can't ^Dfind It's a ^Cweird way to ^Emsay good^Dbye (There are colors you can't find) It's a ^Cweird way to ^Emsay good^Dbye (There are colors you can't find) It's a ^Cweird way to ^Emsay good^Dbye