Woodkid - Iron

[Drum i^Gmnst^Cmrum^Ebent^D7al] ^Gm Deep in the ocean^Cm, dead and cast away, ^D where innocence is burned.^D7.. in flames. ^Gm A million mile from home^Cm, I'm walking ahead. ^D I'm frozen to the bones^D7, I am. ^Gm A soldier on my own^Cm, I don't know the way. ^D I'm riding up the heights.^D7.. of shame. ^Gm I'm waiting for the call^Cm, the hand on the chest. ^D I'm ready for the fight.^D7.. and fate.

^Gm The sound of iron shots^Cm is stuck in my head. ^D The thunder of the drums^D7...dictates ^Gm the rhythm of the falls^Cm, the number of deaths, ^D the rising of the horns.^Cm.. ahead. ^Gm From the dawn of time^Ab to the end of days, ^Gm I will have to run.^D7.. away. ^Gm I want to feel the pain^Ab and the bitter taste... ^Gm of the blood on my lips.^D7.. again.

^Bb This steady burst of sno^Ebdimw is burning my hands. ^Gm I'm frozen to the bones^Cm, I am. ^Bb A million mile from hom^Ebdime, I'm walking away. ^Gm I can't remind your eyes^Cm, your face.