Pressing by Room Eleven

D          C#                       F#m                  B
Rolling off my side to start the day
Em                       A                           D                    A
Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away
Forward pressing
For the reason I am dressing
And the answers for the times I stopped to pray

Searching for an ear to ease my mind
And eyes that see enough to lead the blind
Amd I pretending?
These words we share in mending
Since when did listening become a crime?

CHORUS:

G F#m  Bm          E  G
Why, when I need some
    Bm                     Em                 A
It seems it never comes
G           F#        Bm    E
It will be my self that I lose
Em                A                    D
If it’s still myself that I choose

Justifying time i’ve spent alone
To turn this empty house into a home
Now undressing
The reason I was pressing
Was to find another piece to help me grow

CHORUS.:
Why, when I need some
It seems it never comes
It will be my self that I lose
If it’s still myself that I choose
(2x)

D               Em
One more smile
                F#m
One more day
             Em              A
I’ve silently grown wiser for this time
One more smile
One more day
One more time
You and me!
We will see
You and me



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