Marika Hackman - Plans

^DmWho holds the ^Fdice in their ^Gtight little ^Amhands? ^DmI?m not a ^Fliar, a ^Gmaker of ^Amplans ^DmWho will be ^Flost when the ^Gboat hits the ^Amland? ^DmI will ^Chold out my ^Ghand (Verse 1) There?s still ^Grain ^Fon the ^Emfloor From the ^Cfirst day ^Bbof the ^Amstorm The ^Gmoment ^FI step ^Eout Of the ^Amforest?s ^Ggaping ^Ammouth (Verse 2) The ^Geve ^Fof the ^Emsun For a ^Cday that ^Bbnever ^Amcomes The ^Gpains ^Fand the ^Eaches Of a ^Amwave that ^Gnever ^Ambreaks A ^Amwave that ^Gnever ^Ambreaks (Chorus) ^DmWho holds the ^Fdice in their ^Gtight little ^Amhands? ^DmI?m not a ^Fliar, a ^Gmaker of ^Amplans ^DmWho will be ^Flost when the ^Gboat hits the ^Amland? ^DmI will ^Chold out my ^Ghand (Verse 3) The ^Gfi^Fnal good^Embye Of an ^Cever^Bblasting ^Amsigh

The ^Gexhale ^Fof your ^Eheart When your ^Amrib cage ^Gtears ^Amapart (Verse 4)

The ^Gblock ^Fof your ^Emtears From a ^Cfog that ^Bbnever ^Amclears A ^Gripple ^Fon the ^Elake From a ^Amshake that ^Gshakes the ^Amshakes The ^Amshake that ^Gshakes the ^Amshakes