From The Last Call, The Last Call

Intro: G#m  E (x2)


Verso 1:
G#m                                              E
 Here's a long evasive story of failed hopes and glories
                                   G#m
old chandeliers and scratched out 45's some hands for my procession
                      E
and a couple drunk confessions I'm soaked in rapture tonight


Refrão 1:
F#                 E        C#m
No lie, no lie, no lie... believe me when I say
         F#                    B                G#m
that I'm trying hard today but I'm not right, no, I'm not right
E                             F#              B
tell me it's not true I would never lie to you
                 G#m             E                     F#
I'm not right, no, I'm not right maybe you will see it wasn't meant to be
             G#m--E
but it's not me...


Verso 2:
G#m                                       E
 The sins of the faithful the luxuries of regret
                                         G#m
and its a faithless to have no loss tragedies
                                              E
an acted up rectification with all the best intentions
smite me for my inquietudes


Refrão 2:
F#                 E      C#m
No lie, no lie, no lie... cant believe you say
            F#                    B                 G#m
that you're better of this way but I'm not right, no, I'm not right
E                              F#             B                 G#m
tell me what you see when you still look at me I'm not right, no, I'm not right
    E                          F#              E
I'm sorry when I say I'm still holding on today


Ponte:
                F#                              G#m
And will you forgive me when I found out I was stray
                        Ebm  E
on the outskirts of the room doubled up on angel dust
      F#                          G#m
there crying on my knees for some God to come
                       Ebm         E
and save this lifeless soul and my ghost will wrap this words
       F#
as you cry yourself to sleep


Refrão 3:
B                 G#m              E                  F#
I'm not right, no, I'm not right I never want to know what I'm capable of
B                 G#m            E                         F#
I'm not right, no, I'm not right Tell me its not true, but I will not believe you
B                 G#m            E                          F#
I'm not right, no, I'm not right Maybe you will see that it wasn't meant to be
             G#m
but it's not me...