4 measures rest. 8 measures of F#m
And I feel like that old decrepit home with a ribcage room that s made from my broken bones.
And I feel like that burning bridge running through a ruined mind and I m buried to my neck in my own sand.
And you, you my only child kept...
And you were my only thing that saved my life
And I fall asleep in the hollow belly of that bone-white weeping willow tree.
And I m cradled by the colors of the setting sun, you see.
And I feel complete in the raging arms of that deep blue Aegean Sea
and I ll rest my tired head on that tortured bed, again.
And you are my only child
Kept alone those restless nights
And you are my only child
Kept...
You kept, you kept me alive along those restless nights.
You kept, you kept me alive along those long nights
night... night... night...
