February Seven

(E)I went on the search for somethin' true.

(E)I was almost there when I found you.

(E)Sooner than my fate was wrote,

(A)perfect blade, it slit my throat and (E)beads of lust released into the air.

(B)When (A)I awoke,

(B)you were standin' there.

(E)I was on the mend when I fell through.

(B)The (E)sky around was anything but blue.

(B)I (E)found as I regained my feet,

a (A)wound across my (B)memory that (E)no amount of stitches would repair.

(B)But (A)I awoke and (B)you were standin' (E)there.

(B)There's no fortune at the end of the road that has no end.

There's no returning (E)to the spoils once you've (A)spoiled the thought of them.

There's no fallin' back asleep once you've wakened from the dream.

Now I'm rest ed and I'm ready,

(E)I'm (A)rested and I'm ready to begin.

(A)I'm (B)ready to begin.

(E)I went on the search for somethin' real.

(B)I (E)traded what I know for what I feel.

(B)But the (E)ceiling and the walls collapsed,

(A)upon the darkness I was trapped.

And (E)as the last of breath was drawn from me,

(B)the (A)light broke in and (B)brought me to my feet.

(B)There's no fory.

Yeah, I'm rested and I'm ready,

(E)I'm (A)rested and I'm ready.

Yeah, I'm rested and I'm ready

(E)I'm (A)rested and I'm ready

to begin.

(F#m)I'm (B)ready to begin.