Sense
THE LIGHTNING SEEDS: Sense
G C I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless Am G It's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless G C It comes and goes and leaves me on a bed of splinters Am G Feel like I'm living in a town closed down for winter
F C G (The taste of love) The more you get, the more you want (And all because) The only reason is just because G F C x3 (It all makes sense) When you're near, it all makes sense
I'm standing high on tiptoe looking over fences Waiting for somebody like you to kiss me senseless I've had a belly full of faces drawn in sadness I want to jump deep into tides of loving madness --
Tim Villa tvilla@uniwa.uwa.edu.au Pantera Digest: mail subscription requests to pantera-req@uniwa.uwa.edu.au
