Glen Hansard, Markets Irglova
Am, C, Dm, F, G
I don't know you, but I want to all the more for that.
Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react.
Games that never amount to more than they're meant.
will play themselves out take this sinking boat and point it home we've
still got time raise your hopeful voice you have a choice you make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can't go back
Moons that take me, and erase me, and I'm painted black
You have suffered enough, and warred with yourself, it's time that you've won.
Take this sinking boat, and point it home, we've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice
You have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly
Sing your melody
I'll sing it loud