Poets of the Fall : Lift
(as chorus):
Times when I just can't
Bring myself to say it loud
Afraid that what I'll say comes out somehow awry
That is when it seems
We move in circles day to day
Twist the drama of the play to get us by
Prechorus:
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong
(slide to for one strum in the very end of the prechorus)
You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly,
Touch the moon up in the sky, when you are mine
You lift me higher, take my spirit, make it fly,
Where only wonders will appear
Instrumental middle eight thingie: as chorus
Like the other day
I thought you won't be coming back
I came to realize my lackluster dreams
And among the schemes
And all the tricks we try to play
Only dreams will hold their sway and defy
Prechorus
Solo: as chorus
as chorus
Tabbed by Alexander Strukelj