| C | |
| Tied to the testing of wills, |
| Am | |
| and my heart breaks and spills. |
| C | |
| Left to the sight of the sky, |
| Am | |
| in your arms I'm defined. |
| Am | |
| In the minds of your enimies |
| F | |
| In the minds of your enimies |
| Am | F | |
| And I'm stoned in the eyes of your | foolishness |
| C | |
| If this is what I'm meant for |
| Am | |
| No longer interesting |
| C | |
| Fall forward just to even the score |
| Am | |
| Just a thought too you. |
| C | |
| Tied to the testing of wills, |
| Am | |
| and my heart breaks and spills. |
| C | |
| Left to the sight of the sky, |
| Am | |
| in your arms I'm defined. |
| Am | |
| In the minds of your enimies |
| F | |
| In the minds of your enimies |
| Am | F | |
| And I'm stoned in the eyes of your | foolishness |
| (no chords) |
| And I'm nothing more, then a line in your book. |
| Yet I'm nothing more, then a line in your book. |
| Yet I'm nothing more, then a line in your book. |
| Am | |
| Yet I'm nothing more, then a line in your bo | ok. |
| F | |
| In y | our book |
| Am | |
| In y | our book |
| C | |
| In y | our book |
| C | |
| If this is what I'm meant for |
| Am | |
| No longer interesting |
| C | |
| Fall forward just to even the score |
| Am | |
| Just a thought too you. |
| Am | Bm | |
| Just a piont too, | just a point too, |
| F | Am | |
| just a point too | you. |
| C | |
| Well I'm nothing more, yet I'm nothing more, then a line, in your book. |
| Am | F | Am | |
| Yet I'm nothing more, then a line in, in your b | ook. |
| If you have any queations on the song, or comments for that matter, please write to me |
| totti_loti@msn.com |
| BYE! |