No answer
Jonas Fjeld
Capo 3
I we[G]ighed every line every time that she[D] wrote
every w[C]ord another s[Em]tone carried in my c[D]oat
they're p[G]ostmarked from home like a coin
tossed in a wishing [D]well
my ch[C]ildhood lover st[Em]ill under my sp[D]ell
refr:
No an[G]swer, well that's my a[D]nswer
when she a[Em]sks if i'll ever come h[C]ome
it's not like w[Em]hen we first shed t[D]ears,
before this ye[C]ars
when we were y[G]oung.
My heartbeat is rising and falling
like the ocean's swell
my mind is running full as a summer's sail
she calls from the shore of the past
to say that she's still mine
but this ship cannot be turned
from what its left behind
REFR.
But when i'm alone her words from home
I reach out to hold
Oh when will these old letters
break at the fold
why do I keep these memories
of who I used to be
when they weigh me like an anchor
tossed to the sea
REFR.
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