Marika Hackman - Let me in

^DmOh let me in The air out here is thick And I've grown ^Bbthin Been ^Gmchoking on the wind ^DmRetching through my skin Coughing up love that tastes like ^Bbspring ^GmGreen and starved of oxy^Dmgen

^BbBut I could be the ^Gmlight^{Bb Bb}Blaze my own damn ^Ftrail and ^Cyou'll fo^Bbllow To a ^Bbcruel, ^Fhard h^Dmeartland I'm a ^Bbcruel, ^Ahard ^Dmheart^Fland

^DmGrey charcoal blue Stretched across the sky This lonely ^Bbmoon Leaves ^Gmfootprints in my shoes ^DmWonders through my bed ^DmStrokes my paper face and combs my^Bb head ^GmSpeaking silent words with hands ins^Dmtead

^BbShe could be the ^Gmligh^Bbt ^BbHelp me blaze a ^Ftrail and ^Cthey'll foll^Bbow To a ^Bbcruel, ^Fhard ^Dmheartland I'm a ^Bbcruel, ^Ahard ^Dmheartl^Cand^Eb

To the ^Gmeast I raise my c^Cup Rise at ^Gmdawn and wake my ^Ebsluggish heart Be^Gmat life again I am ^Ebready now, wasn't ^Fready ^Athen

I ^Dmplunged into the lake to hide my ^Bbtears Con^Gmceal my salty fears ^DmHeaving on the grass Gasping at the air, the sky went ^Bbdark The ^Gmfire broke apart We slept at ^Dmlast

^BbWhen the embers ^Gmdie ^{Bb Bb}Then I'll take your ^Fhand and ^Clead you th^Bbere To a ^Bbcruel, ^Fhard ^Dmheartland I'm a ^Bbcruel, ^Ahard ^Dmheart^Fland ^Dm