The Horns Are Fake

Tom : Am

[Refrão]
C G Am Am
The fog in my head, it thickens,
C G Am Am
Nothing is clear anymore.
C G Am Am
But the small girl inside me still searches
C G Am Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.

[Próxima Parte]
C G Am Am
Said not all of us are so scary,
C G Am Am
no need to hide under your sheets.
C G Am Am
And so she invited him into the bed
C G Am Am
and felt him rock her to sleep.
C G Am Am
He loved my face to my feet, but
C G Am Am
you keep it under lock and key.

[Chorus]
F C G Am
Will you tell your friends your horns are fake?
F C E
You stitch them to your head.
F C G Am
You can’t grow your own ‘cause you’re the boy
F C E
who feels too much in bed.
F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

[Verse 2]
C G Am Am
The pain in my head, it kills me,
C G Am Am
and I stumble through everyday tasks.
C G Am Am
And the small girl inside me just keeps holding on
C G Am Am
but you’re gone. You’re already back
C G Am Am
to the place where you paint on a permanent scowl,
C G Am Am
where you spit in the eye of pain.
C G Am Am
When they start asking you just how good I was,
C G Am Am
I wonder what you will say…
C G Am Am
will you tell them that I sunk you deep
C G Am Am
or pretend you don’t feel, you don’t break?

[Chorus]
[Bridge]
F C G Am
And I know that you’ll keep crawling back
F C E
to your needle and thread.
F C G Am
‘Cause no one wants to be the boy
F C E
who feels too much in bed
F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

[OUTTRO]
[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
C G Am Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.
C G Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.