Once, Glen Hansard
Am, C, F, G
I don't know you, but I want to, all the more for that.
Words fall through me, always fool me, and I can't react.
Games that never amount to more than they're meant
We'll 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've made it now
Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me
And erase me
And I'm painted black