G#                 C#      D#        G#      E    D#
I've waited so long to find you, to see you clearly
G#                      C#         D#      G#    E    D#   G#
Hidden in fog just out of my reach, I knew that you'd find me

G#     C#   D#  G#  E D#
(Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2 

G#               C#  D#    G#        E    D#
I was zoomed in on a narrow bend, of car alarms
G#                C#            D#      G#               E    D#
Now I can hear the french horns playing, through all the dissonance

G#                              C#         G#                             C#
Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me
G#                                      C#              
You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done
G#                                          C#            
You know that I have searched the Earth for you

D#                               C#                          G#   F            C#
Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home
       G#    F       C#                   G#       F       C#
Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours
            G#     F  C#
Then we can never be undone

G#     C#   D#  G#  E D#
(Oo oo ooo ooo, ooo ooo) x2

G#                     C#  D#      G#            E  D#
I've counted the hours, and I'm sure we both are ready
G#                     C#          D#     G#          E    D#
Pacing the floor like something is missing I dream of past lives


G#                             C#     G#                                C#
Sometimes I can dwell on shortcomings, but you can see the better part of me
G#                                      C#              
You know our lives have only just begun, and we'll be old and gray before it's all done
G#                                          C#            
You know that I have searched the Earth for you


D#                               C#                          G#   F            C#
Every day, we'll be clearing the cobwebs away, trying hard to make ourselves a home
       G#    F       C#                   G#       F       C#
Out of cinnamon and chrome, and the day we finally make it ours
            G#     F  C#
Then we can never be undone