Bm            D
I want you to simmer down

Em              A
Let it go, just wasting come

Bm                     D
I was listening to the crooked sound

Em                  A
Of the lie that was way too loud

Bm                        D
You're asking me, I don't have a clue

A                          Em
I'm just trying to turn it into the blue

Bm                      D
Is it something that we have to found

Em                  A
Out of nothing on a fragile ground

G                   F#m     Em
Out of nothing on a fragile ground

Bm            D                G
Have you ever seen, how far it is

                   A  F#m
To the place where we are to dream

Bm             D                 G
Can you better hear the storming folks

              A     F#m
Whispering in fear, roars the most

Bm            D                G
Have you ever seen, how far it is

                   A  F#m
To the place where we are to dream

Bm             D                 G
Can you better hear the storming folks

              A     F#m                   Bm  D  Em  A
Whispering in fear, roars the most
 

Bm            D
I want you to lock that door

Em                       A
That has always made you want to move

Bm                   D
Will you ever find a way out there?

Em                       A
Returning to the room we used to share

Bm                        D
You're asking me, I don't have a clue

A                      Em
I was trying to turn myself into you

Bm                      D
Is it something that we have to found

Em                  A
Out of nothing in a fragile ground

G                   F#m     Em
Out of nothing on a fragile ground

Bm            D                G
Have you ever seen, how far it is

                   A  F#m
To the place where we are to dream

Bm             D                 G
Can you better hear the storming folks

              A     F#m
Whispering in fear, roars the most

Bm            D                G
Have you ever seen, how far it is

                   A  F#m
To the place where we are to dream

Bm             D                 G
Can you better hear the storming folks

              A     F#m       Bm
Whispering in fear, roars the most