Come

find

me,

I

will

be

dis-

a-

ppoin-

ting.

You're

fa-

ding,

so

what

am

I

do-

ing

he-

re?

I

know

you

say

that

I

can't

be

trus-

ted.

I

need

your

faith,

I've

grown

mal-

ad-

jus-

ted.

Don't

quit

just

yet,

I'll

be

lost

for-

e-

ver,

You

are

my

sa-

ving

grace.

Come

save

me,

won't

you

come

save

me?

Quick

clim-

bing

di-

gits,

Quic-

ker

quick

clim-

bing

dis-

tance.

Pros-

the-

tic

ho-

nes-

ty

has

ne-

ver

been

tied

so

close

to

me.

I

know

you

say

that

I

can't

be

trus-

ted.

I

need

your

faith,

I've

grown

mal-

ad-

jus-

ted.

Don't

quit

just

yet,

I'll

be

lost

for-

e-

ver,

You

are

my

sa-

ving

grace.

Come

save

me,

won't

you

come

save

me?

The

fu-

ture

is

bleak,

dark

like

her.

A

tra-

ves-

ty

of

what

we

we-

e-

e-

e-

re.

Mur-

murs

deep,

for

the

au-

di-

ence.

If

I

could

on-

ly

hear

them,

Well

may-

be

they

would

shake

hands

with

my

con-

science.

I

know

you

say

that

I

can't

be

trus-

ted.

I

need

your

faith,

I've

grown

mal-

ad-

jus-

ted.

Don't

quit

just

yet,

I'll

be

lost

for-

e-

ver,

You

are

my

sa-

ving

grace.