Made by Thanos.. Sorry if I made some mistakes but it's my first tab..
Slow d[Dm]own. Hold sti[Gm]ll.
It's not as [Dm]if it's a matter of w[Gm]ill.
Someone's c[F]ircling. Someone's mov[A]ing
a little lower than the angels.
And it's got n[Dm]othing to do with [Gm]me.
The w[Dm]ind blows through the tr[Gm]ees,
but if I l[F]ook for it, it won't co[Bb]me.
I tense u[F]p. My mind goes nu[Bb]mb.
There's nothing h[Gm]arder than lea[Dm]rning how to rece[Gm]ive.
Calm down. Be still.
We've got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that's in us all.
And you're whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
'cause if I beg for it, it won't come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty. God I've been naive.
[Dm]All I need is[Gm] everyt[C]hing.
[Dm]Inside, outside, [Gm]feel new sk[C]in.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling. Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
it's just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I've been fingering the flame
like tomorrow's martyr.
It gets harder to believe.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
[(Dm] [Gm] [Dm] [Gm] [F] [A)]
So from now till kingdom come,
taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
'Cause we can't run truth out of town,
only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can't conceive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.
Slow d[Dm]own. Hold sti[Gm]ll.
It's not as [Dm]if it's a matter of w[Gm]ill.
Someone's c[F]ircling. Someone's mov[A]ing
a little lower than the angels.
And it's got n[Dm]othing to do with [Gm]me.
The w[Dm]ind blows through the tr[Gm]ees,
but if I l[F]ook for it, it won't co[Bb]me.
I tense u[F]p. My mind goes nu[Bb]mb.
There's nothing h[Gm]arder than lea[Dm]rning how to rece[Gm]ive.
Calm down. Be still.
We've got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that's in us all.
And you're whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
'cause if I beg for it, it won't come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty. God I've been naive.
[Dm]All I need is[Gm] everyt[C]hing.
[Dm]Inside, outside, [Gm]feel new sk[C]in.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling. Someone's moving
a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
it's just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I've been fingering the flame
like tomorrow's martyr.
It gets harder to believe.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
[(Dm] [Gm] [Dm] [Gm] [F] [A)]
So from now till kingdom come,
taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
'Cause we can't run truth out of town,
only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can't conceive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.
