Sense

Tom: G

G			     C
I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless
Am			 G
It's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless
G				C
It comes and goes and leaves me on a bed of splinters
Am			  G
Feel like I'm living in a town closed down for winter

	      F			 C		   G
(The taste of love) The more you get, the more you want
(And all because) The only reason is just because G F C x3
(It all makes sense) When you're near, it all makes sense

I'm standing high on tiptoe looking over fences
Waiting for somebody like you to kiss me senseless
I've had a belly full of faces drawn in sadness
I want to jump deep into tides of loving madness