Cifra de Logging Field - Annabelle Dinda
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Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: GCapotraste: Sem capotraste
I couldn't tell you if the names of these open chords are correct but it's my best
guess:
e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--0--
B|--0-- B|--0-- B|--0-- B|--0-- B|--0-- B|--0--
G|--0-- G|--0-- G|--0-- G|--0-- G|--0-- G|--0--
D|--0-- D|--2-- D|--0-- D|--0-- D|--0-- D|--0--
A|--2-- A|--3-- A|--2-- A|--9-- A|--7-- A|--4--
E|--2-- E|--3-- E|--3-- E|--10- E|--8-- E|--5--
[Verse 1]
I think I've gotten pretty good
At watering this hollow wood
Cmaj7/G G6
Imagining a tree is gonna rise
And missing is a funny thing,
G/F#
Collects itself in annual rings
Cmaj7/G G6
Believing well that time will make us wise
[Pre-chorus]
But emerging from a fog revealed,
I'm standing in a logging field
Cmaj7/G G6
and time just made me see what isn't there
Is someone real if they're unclear?
Can you be gone? You weren't here
Cmaj7/G G6
Am I allowed to grieve the empty air?
[Chorus]
And it's a skill I've come to question
It is a skill I don't wanna learn
Building a future off a suggestion
Basing a life off of a word
Living a life off of a word.
[Verse 2]
I'd say I felt it coming fast,
but pains of now are always past
and no one can predict the way things fall
And missing is a boundless trap,
you learn to love around a gap
still pieces of you live there in the vault.
[Pre-chorus]
But our bodies weren't built for grief,
all primal screams and quick relief;
we're built to chop the wood and start a fire
And as I watch the branches catch
what once was shade, becoming ash
I wonder if I'm also on the pyre.
[Chorus]
And it's a fear I end up living
It is a fear I don't wanna earn
You had to go, but I'm the one missing
You had to go, but I'm the one burned
I let you go, and I'm the one burned.
[Bridge]
A9sus4
Smoke always rises straight from the source
Cmaj9 G6
Nothing surprises me anymore
A9sus4
Smoke always latches on to my hair
Cmaj9 G6
We are just matches catching on air
[Chorus]
And there's a field, somewhere within me;
An open field where things used to grow
Pain I can't take never quite kills me
It leaves a space, for what I don't know
It leaves a space, for what I don't know.