Em Dmaj Am Bm

Em Gmaj Cmaj Am

I left my love back in time

She never knew she was mine

I found her over and over again

Each time I cherished a

Writing stories in my ear

Spun her stories like sugar

And I am bitter in this age

The winters given me greys

The cold is eating at my bones

These stories must be told

I am turning into dust

I am turning into dust