Sand (Eric's Trip)

C          G           I'd like to believe, F                    C      G In one thing that you say to me. C                 G           Would you like, to leave? F             G      C When I try to talk it off, G                C Just turns out to be. Am         C Turn on the stove, G                            F           C In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home. Am                C My head fills with heat, G                    F From the knife in your hand to my... I'd like to understand, What you think about and why it seems so bad. It's only escape, From everything I know I'm weak. Know that I'm sad. Turn on the stove, In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home. My head fills with heat, From the knife in your hand to my... Sand.