C C7 F Fm C C7 F Fm (first part played up the neck)
I still see my actions ripple, Grinding hope stones into sand,
Losing too much kills the lion, Makes mice of many men
I watched you suffer too, Stuck steadfast to beliefs,
And I'm apart from it, But woe is me
And after all underneath, Ain't we all just guts and teeth?,
Ain't we all just reflections?, Moving in separate directions
C F C
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time...
Chord progression repeats...