C           G          
I'd like to believe,
F                     C      G
In one thing that you say to me.
C                  G          
Would you like, to leave?
F              G      C
When I try to talk it off,
G                 C
Just turns out to be.
Am          C
Turn on the stove,
       G                             F           C
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
Am                 C
My head fills with heat,
         G                     F
From the knife in your hand to my...


I'd like to understand,
What you think about and why it seems so bad.
It's only escape,
From everything I know I'm weak.
Know that I'm sad.

Turn on the stove,
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
My head fills with heat,
From the knife in your hand to my...

Sand.