Torn

F (8th fret) Bb (6th fret) F (5th fret) Bbsus2
              F
                I thought I saw a man brought to life
              Am                                                                   Bb7
                He was warm, he came around like he was dignified

                He showed me what it was to cry

                Well, you couldn't be the man I adored
                You don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for
                No, I don't know him anymore

                                       Dm
                          There's nothin' where he used to lie
                      C
                          My conversation has run dry
                      Am                                      Bbsus2
                          That's what's going on, nothing's fine...

                                             F                             C                            Dm
                                       I'm torn, I'm all out of faith; this is how I feel
                                                                    Bbsus2                                   F
                                       I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
                                                              C                                      Dm
                                       Illusion never changed into something real
                                                                         Bbsus2                                  F
                                       I'm wide-awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
                                                              C                           Dm    Bbsus2
                                       You're a little late, I'm already torn...

                So I guess the fortune teller's right
                I should have seen just what was there and not some Holy Light
                But you crawled beneath my veins and now...

                          I don't care, I have no luck
                          I don't miss it all that much
                          There's just so many things that I can't touch...

                                       I'm torn, I'm all out of faith; this is how I feel
                                       I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
                                       Illusion never changed into something real
                                       I'm wide-awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
                                       You're a little late, I'm already torn...
                                       Dm     Bbsus2
                                       Torn...
                                                          *Interlude*  Dm  F  C

                          There's nothin' where he used to lie
                          My inspiration has run dry
                          That's what's going on, nothing's right...

                                       I'm torn, I'm all out of faith; this is how I feel
                                       I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor
                                       Illusion never changed into something real
                                       I'm wide-awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
                                       I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
                                       I'm cold and I'm ashamed, bound and broken on the floor
                                       You're a little late, I'm already torn... torn
                                                          *Outro*   F C Dm Bbsus2 (repeat n fade...)

Intro:
       F    Bb  F  Bbsus2
   e |-8----6---5----1--
   B |-10---6---6----1--
   G |-10---7---5----3--
   D |-10---8---3----3--
   A |---------------1--
   E |------------------