Staring at the sink of blood
And I told you to be patient;
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced;
And I told you to be kind
In the morning, I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And I told you to be patient;
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced;
And I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted;
Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
*Je vous propose de faire le premier strumming lorsqu'il y a des accords entre crochets [ ].