C
And the look in my eye is a look that can kill
C
I am not without emotion
Am
I have ran from the pain of my will
G
From the mess that I hunt
The catch and the thrill
C
And I knew
C
I am not (dream of it) in the circles of envy
Am
I'd thank God, but then what is he for?
G
Cause I left a few white calls at his front door
I'll leave more (dream of it)
Am C
I'm a Johnny-come-lately
Am
But I will not give up (dream of it)
C
And the words they escape me
Am
But I'm full of dumb luck (dream of it)
C G
And the world is an oyster with a poisonous shell
C
And the look in my eye is a look that can kill
C
Don't you go, come a little bit closer now
C
If you like, when you die
Am F
Wake your soul to a little light fire now