Different Pulses Asaf Avidan Capo 5 My life is like a [F]wound, I scratch so [Am]I can bleed Regurgitate my [F]words, I write so [Am]I can feed And Death grows like a [F]tree, that's planted in [Am]my chest Its roots are at[F] my feet, I walk so [Am]it won't rest [Bb] [-] [F] [-] [A] [F]Oh, Baby [Am]I am Lost... x2 I try to push the [F]colors through a prism[Am] back to white To sync our d[F]ifferent pulses into a [Am]blinding light And [F]if love is not the key. If love is not a [Am]key. I (guitaretab.com)