Cifra de Love Lines - Annabelle Dinda
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Primeiro acorde: G6 11 acordes identificados
Intro Riff:
G6 - G6/9 - G6 - Em7 x2
[Verso 1]
Can somebody come find the love lines on my palm?
Can they bend my ten fingers, then drag me along?
Can somebody unearth what I can't promise is there?
Is it me who has to search? Always me who has to bear?
[Refrão]
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it
That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it
--Riff--
[Verso 2]
I'd rather be a muse than completely overcome
And I make you dance for me so you'll never think to run
It's my fault I get bored before you're close to done
Though you're walking out the door, we both know I'm the guilty one
[Refrão]
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it
That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it
Interlude Riff:
G6 G6/9 G6 Em7
Da - da - da - da - da - da x2
[Ponte]
So I waste what isn't mine
And I mourn what never was
And I tell myself I'm waiting
For the right reason to come
I waste what little time
We're given 'til it's gone
And I pencil-draw the lines
On my wide and waiting home
[Refrão]
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it
That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left