Misc Unsigned Bands - Mezzanine - ed tullett

^AmIn foreign ^Gtongue, and in ^Amlat^Ger ^Flife,^{Am G Am}you spoke to ^Gme, and ^Amtrees ^Gfell w^Fhite.^{Am G}

^AmWaned too ^Gmuch, I ^Amfelt ^Gstellar ^Fwarmth, ^{Am G Am}cultured ^Gdress and ^Amnerves that ^Gstruck in ^Fstorms. ^{Am G}

^FReciprocate, through ^Cmessage in the water, ^Gstill, you wanted daughter, ^Fwarned by denser f^Coes. ^{G F}In any age, it was ^Ccaptured in the heart’s kiln, ^Gtaken by a lone whim, ^Fshot through heavy ^Ctones. ^G

^AmMade for^Glorn ^Amby the ^Gnaked ^Fform, ^{Am G Am}solved by ^Gany figure, ^Amweighed ^Gand ^Ftorn. ^{Am G}

^FI owed enough, so ^Cwatched you getting older, ^Gfaster when you’re colder, ^Fwarmed by levies owe^Cd. ^{G F}In heavy lungs, it leaked ^Ccolour to the former, ^Gbeauty wasn’t dormant, ^Fchoked on steady ro^Cws. ^G

^FSwelling up, the ^Cformant made it softer, ^Gpassion, inner laughter, ^Fmixed in heavy breat^Chs. ^{G F}Logic, luck, the ^Ceast of me was open, ^Gthe silence was a token ^Fof your weary tre^Cads. ^G

^AmHaste, by wh^Gich I lost ^Fcolour in, ^Ammy eyes ^Ggrew and washed the ^Ftrouble in. ^AmTraced in my ^Gsteps, my ^Fchest was cold, ^Amfrom all ^Gover crept the ^Fnest untold.

^FCelebrate; the ^Chell you’d made was heatproof, a ^Gceiling made of sweet tooth, ^Fhaven in the dr^Cead. ^{G F}Deviate, a ^Ccollage of a lesser keen, ^Gmeet me on the mezzanine and ^FI will shake my hea^Cd. ^G

^FTwenty one, the ^Ccount was getting shivers, ^Gplenty in my tear ducts, ^Fit would make me stro^Cng. ^{G F}Even young, my ^Carms would show in patches, if ^Gliquid touched your lashes ^Fyou would claim it wro^Cng. ^G