The mute
Radical Face
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Em C G Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my headEm C G I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the deadEm C G And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated leadD C Em But I just couldn't make my words make sense to themD C G If you only listen with your ears... I can't get inEm C G And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the skyEm C G And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lieEm C G And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant livesD C Em And I would dress myself up in them through the nightD C G While my folks would sleep in separate beds... and wonder whyContinúa después del anuncioEm C G x3D C EmD C DGEm C G And through them days I was a ghost atop my chairEm C G My dad considered me a cross he had to bearEm C G And in my head I'd sing apologies and stareD C Em As my mom would hang the clothes across the lineD C G And she would try to keep the empty... from her eyesEm C G So, then one afternoon I dressed myself aloneEm C G I packed my pillowcase with everything I ownedEm C G And in my head I said "goodbye," then I was goneD C Em And I set out on the heels of the unknownD C Em So my folks could have a new life of their ownD C So that maybe I could find someoneD C G Who could hear the only words that I'd known Em C G x7D C EmD CD