c g f c g
what kind of sacrifice could we give
c g
what do we have to offer
f c f c
our world's saints
g
doomed
could hardly think of a time i've seen
a bird help another one
fretting and sweet
the lovers
ingore the binding mind capturers
iching all the right places
caverns revealed
runners
sweated then bled then He died
hung in the morning sun
hour before dusk
changer
