| C# | G#m7 | |
| If it seems to you that I am | fading |
| C#m | G#m7 | |
| Everytime I try to | talk to you |
| C#m | G#m7 | |
| The words I'm speaking | distort the view |
| C#m | D#m | E | |
| And then I end up thinkin' | what can I | do |
| B | F#9 | |
| Now you're | slippin' away for a | new |
| C#m | G#m7 | |
| Always hoping that the | day will come |
| C#m | G#m7 | |
| When I can face it, won't | have to run |
| C#m | D#m | E | |
| When all there has been is | yet to | come |
| B | F#9 | |
| When I | don't hide my face from the | sun |
| C#m | F#7 | B | |
| And I | know it's my | self it's not | you |
| Chorus: |
| C# | D#m | B | C# | |
| I can see | everything it's | all in your smile that | brings |
| Bbm7 | F# | B | C# | |
| All of the | special things a | bout y | ou |
| C# | D#m | B | C# | |
| If you could | feel the way that | I do to | day we could |
| Bbm7 | F# | B | C# | |
| Find us a | better way to get | throu | gh |
| Everytime I climb into your eyes |
| I get so wasted and hypnotized |
| But there is one thing you can't disguise |
| That you're slippin' away for a new |
| Baby if I could control the time |
| Then I could stop it and re-define |
| Just what is real and how I've been so blind |
| I could put all the words into rhyme |
| And I know it's myself, it's not you |
| Chorus |
| If it seems to you that I am fading |
| by: José Duarte |
| jtduarte1@gmail.com |