¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Verse 1: Eb Let’s get some time Gm and distance between Bb us a little further FEb than the mind can see Just give me space to Gm breathe I'm writing BbF down my memories Eb But you’re so Bb stationary, this is F getting heavy and Eb I want nothing more BbF than to see you
Chorus 1: GmF How are things back EbBb home when I’m gone? Gm It’s getting safe FEb to assume that you’re BbGm a--lone in the same FEb spot where I left BbGmF you but I promise EbEbGmF I’ll be there soon EbGmF I’ll be there soon
Verse 2: Eb My mind is set there’s Gm no turning back My heart is lit and my BbFEb bags are packed You
dropped me off in the pouring rain Gm then trekked it back BbF to your place Drunk Eb off boredom and Gm apathy to have
what you have you BbF don’t need me
Chorus 2: GmF How are things back EbBb home when I’m gone? Gm It’s getting safe FEb to assume that you’re BbGm a--lone in the same FEb spot where I left BbGmF you but I promise Eb I’ll be there soon
Bridge: EbGm We give our all to FBb hold onto things we EbGmFEb should not miss But Gm the grip is never FBb enough inside of EbGmF broken fists EbGmFBb x2 I do not miss
Outro: EbGm the grip is never FBb enough inside of EbGmF broken fists Eb(hold) GmFEbFGmFEb Eb(hold) I do not miss