What is wrong with her eyes?
Dm F
A glossy stare that won't leave me be starts my blood running cold.
Bb
A gaze that could make hell freeze over...
Dm A
I have to understand she's gone...
Dm
But she's not!
F
Don't you tell me that she is dead!
Bb
Watch her lips softly move because she's still whispering to me!
Dm F A Bb
...And something here is not quite right...
Dm F Bb C
Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes.
Dm F
But I cannot stand to turn away.
Bb
When I do, she'll be gone...
C
It's frightening...
Bb Bb A
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
A
They'll be here soon.
D E F G
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
D E F G
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Bb Bb A
Running now will only make it worse...
A
They'll be here soon.
D E F G
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
F G A/E
I wish my mind would stop...
Bb C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas.
C Dm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
Bb
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
Dm F
Shaking as I rest her body down.
Bb
No one knows, only me...
C
It's frightening...
Bb Bb A
Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
A
They'll be here soon.
D E F G
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
D E F G
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Bb Bb A
Running now will only make it worse...
A
They'll be here soon.
D E F G
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
F G A/E
I wish my mind would stop...
Bb C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas.
C Dm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
Bb
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
D E F G D E F G
There's a madman glaring straight at me!
D E F G D E F G 2x D E F G
Oh I know I've seen his face before...
D E F G F G A/E
I am sure I've seen his face before...
Bb C
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
Dm
As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me?
Bb
Paint abandons canvas.
C Dm
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
Bb
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
