C G Am
Only in days when I am lost
G F C
I look in bananaboxes for a cross
C G Am
and under a heap of junk and warn-out things
G F C
lies in dust and blood the King of kings
Am G C
I confess I've always let you down
Am G C
I confess I confess
bridge:
F
I hear you whisperin' in my ear
C C7
I only listen for to make it disappear
F
a sense of shame and a sense of fear
C G
no noble thoughts involved it's pretty cold in here