Static Tabulatur von Ibexx

F#m Am F#m

        D
Headlights

             A
I'm lightheaded


Full force

      C#  F#m
Won't stop

          D
Lines cross

             A
We hold steady


Foot to floor


Beat drops

    F#m                         D
And I'm tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A
Seeing ripples in blues

        C#
And I'm biting my lip

F#m                     D
Tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A
Seeing ripples in blues

           C#   F#m
This can't be it

        D
Flatline

          A
On backs again


Eyes wide

      C#   F#m
Faint love

          D
Same place

            A
What's your name?


Shut the door

   C#
No luck

        F#m                     D
And I'm tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A
Seeing ripples in blues

        C#
And I'm biting my lip

F#m                     D
Tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A               
Seeing ripples in blues

C#m              D
This can't be it

     A              F#m
What if we dare ask for more?

E                     D
Our egos might be too sore

    A                        F#m
Too many tried to even their score

                            F#m  
But what if we dare ask for more?


What if we dare ask for more?

    D
New marks

            A
Tallying my mind
          C#     F#m
In that 4AM light

          D
I'll find me

               A
Tired for your sleep

                   C#m  
Rewind to tomorrow night

        F#m                     D
And I'm tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A
Seeing ripples in blues

        C#
And I'm biting my lip

F#m                     D
Tapping my shoes to the drum in your chest

       A                C#m
Seeing ripples in blues

                 D
This can't be it

A                   F#m
What if we dare ask for more?

    E                 D
Our egos might be too sore

    A                        F#m   D
Too many tried to even their score

A                   F#m
What if we dare ask for more?

    E                 D
Our egos might be too sore

    A                  F#m
Too many tried to even their score
         
    
But what if we dare ask for more?

     B              F#m
What if we dare ask for more?