F Dm die Lay your down No sympathy can find me Lost like a stranger in these clothes All pomp and celebration You lie enough to keep me close Oh, scrapes and cuts like paper cups we formed With looks that kill to heal the broken bone x2 I need to know if you're close Lay your hands upon my shoulders Lay your hands across my brow Make me wanna sing with angels 'Til my faith has all run out Lay your hands upon my shoulders Lay your hands across my brow Give me something to believe i (guitartabs.cc)