Peter, Bjorn and John the Chills from Writer's Block Verse: Cm Bb Eb Bb Your tongue is sharp but I miss the taste of it You said time heals there's not enough of it The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to hide the key To hear you cast a spell so sweet to still have hours left to sleep Chorus: Eb Bb G# Your fear is crowdin' And there is still no place for someone like me to fill Don't know about luck but I know the lack of it Don't know about luck but I'm losing track of it The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to go to sleep I know that time until it kills You're giving me the chills Your fear is crowdin' and there is still No place for someone like me to fill x2 The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to hide the key to hear you cast a spell so sweet and still have hours left to sleep Your fear is crowdin' And there is still no place for someone like me to fill x2 The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to go to sleep I know that time until it kills You're giving me the chills I know that time until it kills you're giving me the chills you're giving me the chills you're giving me the chills
