^EmWait dear,^G the ^Amtime is getting l^Emate here, ^C I'm a^Gll washed up and g^Emraced with a faint applause, ^G Dressed in a ^Amcheap facade, ^Em I'm looking for a place I'll ^Cnever ^Gsee ag^Amain.

^Am A night turns to a ^Cday, A street I've never w^Emalked on, I was never h^Gere, ^DJust a faint ref^Amlection. A day turns to a m^Conth, A second of af^Emfection, I was never h^Gere, ^DJust a faint refl^Emection.

^EmFaking,^G there's ^Amnothing here worth t^Emaking, ^C Just ^Gmy reflection ^Emfading, on the wall, ^G Not the fairest ^Amone of all, ^Em I'm looking for a place I'll ^Cnever ^Gsee ag^Amain.

^Am A night turns to a ^Cday, A street I've never w^Emalked on, I was never h^Gere, ^DJust a faint ref^Amlection. A day turns to a m^Conth, A second of af^Emfection, I was never h^Gere, ^DJust a faint ref^Emlection.

The Birthday Massacre - Sleep walking