C G
I'd like to believe,
Am G
In one thing that you say to me.
C G
Would you like, to leave?
Am
When I try to talk it off,
G
Just turns out to be.
[Chorus]
C G
Turn on the stove,
Am G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
C G
My head fills with heat,
Am G F
From the knife in your hand to mine
[Verse 2]
C G
I'd like to understand,
Am G
What you think about and why it seems so bad.
C G
It's only escape,
Am G
From everything I know I'm weak; I Know that I'm sad.
[Chorus]
C G
Turn on the stove,
Am G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
C G
My head fills with heat,
Am G F
From the knife in your hand to mine
C
Sand.
