These Hands

Am Well, I woke up in the sunset Am A seconds before the dark Am The fear of the fire and the hand of the spark Am But I didn't dare a star G F C Is burn and you was tearing me apart Am And I fell in to your shadow Am And followed you around Am With the ink in your skin now with the smoke in your mouth Am It was your ? G F C They will giving up and you were coming down Am Em F C Oh I don't know how these hands made Am Em F C They'll be giving birth or be digging graves Am Home blown wall, the angel world Am And I living in the room where I watch life bought a soul Am I watched your spin open, I watched curtains little blims Am They're say that it's all rip in stars G F C And if you take my soul you better need to stop A Em F C Oh I don't know how these hands made Am Em F C They'll be giving birth or be digging graves Am Em F C Oh I don't know how these hands made Am Em F C They'll be giving birth or be digging graves G C I've learned that talk and for the first time I felt strong G C It's a lot realized of what you say, it says where you are G C And so now I high and silence not at all, my words are gone G C There are something to be sad, but I don't wanna stay your own G F C There are some things I don't understand G F C Yeah there are some things I just don't understand Play C til the end