Pain Of Salvation - Ending Theme Intro: F#m D 3x Am D F#m D 3x Am D Dm F#m D F#m D And so F#m D F#m D I find myself here once again - first step down Remedy Lane F#m D Am D Dm F#m D F#m D Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here I am F#m D F#m D Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes F#m D Am D Dm But now I'm back to shake that from my life F#m D F#m D Ending theme, ending theme F#m D Am D F#m D F#m D Ripping at the seams, for an opening F#m D F#m D Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her there F#m D Am D Dm F#m D F#m D It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear F#m D F#m D The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest F#m D Am D Dm Hungarian Princess will you share my rest? To rest in my... F#m D F#m D ENDING THEME, ENDING THEME F#m D Am D F#m D F#m D Ripping at the seams, for an opening ( F#m , D 3x Am D ) Rap: to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know 'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed? blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest? confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know Solo: Am , F 3x Cm F Am , F 3x Cm F F#m D F#m D ENDING THEME ENDING THEME F#m D Am D Fanning flames to dreams of belonging F#m D F#m D ENDING THEME ENDING THEME F#m D Am D F#m D Ripping at the seams, for an opening to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for... lying here, watching you leave through that door