Howling

Tom:
  Am       C
Oooooooooh
Am C Am G
Oooooooooh
F      C
Oooooooooh
G      Am
Oooooooooh
F                           C
January starts without much sympathy,
      Em                                   Am
just like every dog that's let loose right in front of me.
F                                        C
& this time next year things will settle slowly,
       Em
like a rush of blood,
                  Am
the fear my heart beholds of me.
                F                 C
Your better days, are yet to come,
                Am                   G
to silence fights, the beating drums.
        F                 Am                 C
the eloquent, the yet to know, the will it hurt,
                  G
the will it hold?
F        Am      C
Oooooooooooooooh
F      C       Am     G
Ooooooooooooooooh
F         C
Oooooooooh
Em   G   Am
Ooooooooooooh
F                                          C
And although this rain has lasted us quite long enough,
          Em                               Am
it's been several months without the sleep to comfort us.
F                                       C
& can you hear the dogs? They're howling down below.
         Em
It's a fervent ground you can feel it,
             Am
but you will never know.
           F                  C
That better days, are yet to come.
              Am                 G
To silence fights, the beating drums,
           F               Am
the eloquence, the yet to know,
             C                    G
the "will it hurt?", the "will it hold?"

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F                Dm
This night won't satisfy me,
Am               G                  F
This fear won't bring me to the ground.
               Dm
I know you're scared of hiding,
Am             G             F         Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am             G             F         Dm
I know you're aching to be found.
Am             G
I know you're aching to be-

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