We got 140 stati[Emadd9]ons on satellite beaming on down to our home
but I'm w[A]atching you,
I've got h[Emadd9]alf a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say
I d[A]ream of you,
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
If we could [Bm]only close the [D/A]distance,
If we could [E]only cross these lines,
If we could [Bm]only fill the space that's grown betw[D/A]een us over tim[E]e,
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
There's a [Emadd9]wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic
I t[A]hink of you,
Where the gh[Emadd9]osts of summer butterflies they gather in the dust
I l[A]ong for you
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
If we could [Bm]only bring those [D/A]days back
when there were n[E]ever wounds to heal
when [Bm]everything was p[D/A]erfect and the dr[E]eam we had was r[G]eal,
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
Solo:
[Emadd9] [A] [Emadd9] [A]
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
When there were [Bm]never any [D/A]questions over [E]who or what we were,
and the [Bm]future only [D/A]promised all the [E]answers to our [G]prayers
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
[Emadd9]
but I'm w[A]atching you,
I've got h[Emadd9]alf a million bills to pay, you never hear a word I say
I d[A]ream of you,
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
If we could [Bm]only close the [D/A]distance,
If we could [E]only cross these lines,
If we could [Bm]only fill the space that's grown betw[D/A]een us over tim[E]e,
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
There's a [Emadd9]wedding dress in a suitcase full of memories in the attic
I t[A]hink of you,
Where the gh[Emadd9]osts of summer butterflies they gather in the dust
I l[A]ong for you
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
If we could [Bm]only bring those [D/A]days back
when there were n[E]ever wounds to heal
when [Bm]everything was p[D/A]erfect and the dr[E]eam we had was r[G]eal,
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
Solo:
[Emadd9] [A] [Emadd9] [A]
[Bm]Oh - o[A]h, I [E]feel so incomplete, [Bm]Oh - [A]oh, it s[E]eems so incomplete,
When there were [Bm]never any [D/A]questions over [E]who or what we were,
and the [Bm]future only [D/A]promised all the [E]answers to our [G]prayers
[G] [A]
You don't he[G]ar me anymo[A]re,[G][A]
you don't to[G]uch me anym[A]ore, [G] [A]
you don't kn[G]ow me anymo[A]re.
[Emadd9]
