D Five weeks in a prison, G I made no friends. Bm There's more time to be done, but G F#m I've got a week to spend. D I didn't pay much attention G first time around, D but now you're hard not to notice, G A right here in my town.
D Where the stage of my old life G meets the cast of the new. F#m A G Tonights actors... me and you. D C#m Each day is taking us closer, F# D while drawing the curtains to close. D C#m This far, or further, I need to F# know. D C#m Your increasingly long embraces, F# D are they saying sorry or please? D C#m I don't know what's happening, F# help me. D Through the streets, on the corners, G there's a scent in the air. Bm I ask you out and I lead you. G A I know my way around here. D There's a bench I remember, G Bm G and on the way there I find that the movements you're making, A are mirrored in mine. D And your hand is held open, G F#m A G intentionally, or just what I want to see? D C#m Your increasingly long embraces, F#m D are they saying sorry or please? D C#m F# I don't know what's happening, help me. D C#m I don't normally beg for assistance, Bm D I rely on my own eyes to see, D C#m F# but right now they make no sense to me, D C#m F#
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