Tyson Motsenbocker - Folded

Well I t^Cried to remember the feelings in words To ^Dmwrite you in pictures to focus the blurred Imag^Fes of your features, and all of the beautiful l^Cies that we told So I t^Cry like a widower, furrowed white brow At the ^Dmcornershop recounting to the old crowd Of his ^Ffirst wife's complexion When all of the skeleton l^Cines have erased

We ^Cfolded Under s^Dmtormy weather ^F Imagine it all, the love that we ^Cwasted We ^Cfolded Under s^Dmtormy weather ^F Imagine it a^Gll, the love that we wa^Csted

Well it's n^Cot that you're gone You're just farther away And the ^Dmvery same distance

Because I ^Fbroke you pieces I br^Coke you to pieces

We f^Colded Under st^Dmormy weather ^F Ima^Cgine it all, the love that we wasted We ^Cfolded Under s^Dmtormy weather ^F Imagine it a^Gll, the love that we w^Casted

W^Ce folded Under s^Dmtormy weather ^F Imagine it a^Gll, the love that we w^Casted