Heart Lungs Pride Past

My heart is cold as marble
corazón de piedra, mama mia
come up from the center of the earth
no give no take
no tocada por le mano del hombre.

Why is my heart full of flavors?
corazón de sabores, ¿verdad?
so many meals unfinished on my table and
dreamed-of desserts
mi apetito no puede reconcer el pasado.

I have swallowed experience and pride
I have exhaled all my cockeyed ideas
mi corazón late sobre mi piel fina
me duelen los ojos
yo tengo los pies fríos
we tried my heart and I.

My heart is made of paper
corazón de papel, papa mio
torn apart by fingers caring nothing
simply tearing
como un parajo construyendo un nido.

I have swallowed experience and pride
I have exhaled all my cockeyed ideas
mi corazón late sobre mi piel fina
me duelen los ojos
yo tengo los pies fríos
we tried my heart and I.

 

[verse]
Am ///  Bbm7 / Fm7 /
C7 ///  F13 ///
Am7 F7 G7 /  Bbm7 / Fm7 /
Bbm11 / Ab7 /
Cm7 / Gm11 / EbMa9 /// Cm11 /// ////

[chorus]
G /// ////  Am /// ////
G /// ////  Am /// ////
G6 /// ////
A7/// ////
C9 ///  Am7 ///
F#m7 ///  ////

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About mrsorenson

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