The Kiss of Life The Dear Hunter Hope was closing with my eyes, down the shallow grave I was [F]lying Then I heard someone say you'll be stuck here [Eb]forever, but I prayed it wasn't for[Bb]e---[F]ver 'Cause [Gm]you were leaning over me, clutching memories of when [Bb]I was a[F]live, and then you breathed life into [Bb]me one last [Eb]time. But I prayed it wasn't the [Bb]last [F]time, because [Cm]it would [F]be so [Gm]wonder-[Bb]ful to [Eb]see your [F]starry [Eb]eyes aga[F]in. [Gm]Give me mor (guitaretab.com)
