The Forgotten

Where in the world's the forgotten?

(F#m)They're lost inside your (C#)memory.

(D)You're dragging on, your heart's been broken

as we ty all go down in (E)history.

(A)Where in the world did the time go?

(F#m)It's where your spirit seems to (C#)roam.

(D)Like losing faith to our abandon

or an ty hallway from a broken (E)ry.

home. (F#m)Well, don't look (A)away

from the (D)arms of a bad dream.

(F#m)And don't look (C#)away,

(D)sometimes you're better lost than to be (E)seen.

(A)I don't feel strange, it's more like (E)haunted,

(F#m)another moment trapped in time.

(D)I can't quite put my finger on it,

but it's (G)like a child mem that was left (E)behind.

(A)So where in the it's the (E)forgotten?

(F#m)Like soldiers from a long lost war.

(D)We share the scars from our abandon but and (G)what we remember becomes (E)folkhind.

lore. (F#m)Well, don't look (A)away

from the (D)arms of a bad dream.

(F#m)Don't look (C#)away,

(D)sometimes you're better lost than to be (E)seen.

(A)Don't look (E)away

from the (C#)arms of a moment.

(A)Don't look (E)away

from the (C#)arms of tomorrow.

(A)Don't look (E)away

from the (C#)arms of a (D)moment,

don't look away from the (E)arms of love.

(C#)arms of a (D)moment, don't look away from the (E)arms of love.