Intro: Csus2 D x4 Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Freezin' rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Oh Feelin' maybe he'll see a little betters any days oh yeah Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Oh hand out faces that he sees come again ain't that familiar Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Csus2 D Oh dark grin he can't help when he's happy he looks insane D A# D C Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflys D A# D C Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah oh D A# D C D C D C Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again life again life again Kneelin' looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read Prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything Oh, feelin', understands the weather or that winters on its way, yeah Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflys Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah, oh Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away him away, him away Solo: Csus2 D x26 Outro: Csus D x8