C C7 F Fm C C7 F Fm (first part played up the neck)
C C7
I still see my actions ripple, Grinding hope stones into sand,
F Fm
Losing too much kills the lion, Makes mice of many men
C C7
I watched you suffer too, Stuck steadfast to beliefs,
F Fm
And I'm apart from it, But woe is me
Am F
And after all underneath, Ain't we all just guts and teeth?,
Am F
Ain't we all just reflections?, Moving in separate directions
C F C
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time...
Chord progression repeats... 