Em
The colors of his morning
       Am           B      Em
The darkness of his night
          Em
Little graves that gave no warning
    Am           B           Em
A sun that brought no light

       C
He saw his whole world breaking
        Am
That tortured soul I met
        Em
In a prison of his making
        Am           B         Em
The man who can't forget

         Am
I can still hear the way that he cried
                                  Em
For the ones he was missing
         Am
I can still hear the way that he cried
                                Bsus4 B
For the ones he had lost

     Em
He saw them in the rivers
     Am          B       Em
He felt them in the rain
      Em
In dreams he heard them whisper
        Am         B       Em
The truth that is his pain

        C
He caused the whole world's breaking
        Am
That tortured soul I met
        Em
In a prison of his making
        Am           B        Em    E7
The man who can't forget

       Am
The colors of his morning
       Dm           E      Am
The darkness of his night
          Am
Little graves that gave no warning
    Dm           E           Am
A sun that brought no light

       F
He saw his whole world breaking
        Dm
That tortured soul I met
        Am
In a prison of his making
        Dm           E         Am
The man who can't forget

         Dm
I can still hear the way that he cried
                                  Am
For the ones he was missing
         Dm
I can still hear the way that he cried
                                Esus4 E
For the ones he had lost

     Am
He saw them in the rivers
     Dm          E       Am
He felt them in the rain
      Am
In dreams he heard them whisper
        Dm         E       Am
The truth that is his pain

        F
He caused the whole world's breaking
        Dm
That tortured soul I met
        Am
In a prison of his making
        Dm           E        Am
The man who can't forget