Am C F Am [Verse]Am C If i could rearrange my wordsF Am I'd say what i meanAm C If i could learn to count the cardsF C I'd risk everythingAm C Imagine how brave i'd beF Am If i knew i'd be safeAm C If i could only know the endF Am I'd be a prodigy of faith [Pre-Chorus]G F Am If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd findG F Am I'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine [Chorus]Am F Am Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blindAm C F C And what i've seen of beautiful feels merely impliedAm C F C Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?Am C F C I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex designF C How i ache to know [After Chorus]F C God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big seaF C Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze [Verse]Am C F C Every compass i have followed i've trusted and deniedAm C F C So it goes with an ever-changing definition of rightAm C F C Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?Am C F C I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design [Instrumental] Am C F C x2 [Chorus]Am G Dm Am If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heavenAm G Dm Em C But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the seaF C Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
Pacific Blues
Sleeping At Last
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