[Intro] F  G  Am
        F  G  Am 
        F  G  Am
        F  G

Am              F         G
Understand the weight of your words
Am              F         G        Am
Some will fade away and some will last
          F   G            C    G   F  
And they dig, haunting my peace of mind

Am                    F      G
You'll not become my fallen idol
Am                    F       G       Am
A God repressed by a man now atheist and grey
           F        G       F   E 
What I've found is just unreality

F      G          Am              C 
Unwilling to comply with what you say
F      G           Am
A stroke with iron hand
    G      F
Alone I stand

           Am          G            F         G
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
Am          G           E       F
It stole my breath and got me beat

                 G          Am
Died again that very day I left without a trace
       F              G            Em                F
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
               G           Am
And that very day I left again without a trace
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands

[Ponte] F  G  Am
        F  G  Am
        F  G  Am
        F  G

       Am               F         G
Could curtains fall on both our thin eyes
  Am             F         G            Am
Staring at the shade that darkened that night
      F     G           C  G  F
And a fear started to grow inside

     Am            F         G
I'll not become a wandering raven
    Am                F             G       Am
I know the tears that flow and the meanings inside
         F     G              F         E
Reading signs, playing the strength of names

F      G          Am              C 
Unwilling to comply with what you say
F      G           Am
A stroke with iron hand
    G      F
Alone I stand

           Am          G            F         G
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
Am          G           E       F
It stole my breath and got me beat

                 G          Am
Died again that very day I left without a trace
       F              G            Em                F
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
               G           Am
And that very day I left again without a trace
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands

                 G          Am
Died again that very day I left without a trace
       F              G            Em                F
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
               G           Am
And that very day I left again without a trace
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
   F               G                       Am
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands
   F           G           Am
A man with a thorn in his hands