Words & Music:

Natalie Imbruglia

F   Bb   F   Gm


F                                Am

I thought I saw a man brought to life

Am                                       Bb

He was warm, he came around like he was dignified,


He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man I adored; you don't seem to know.

Don't seem to care what your heart is for

But I don't know him anymore


Dm                                     C

There's nothing where he used to lie.  My conversation has run dry

Am                      C                   F

That's what's going on; nothing's fine, I'm torn



F              C                    Dm

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.

                  Bb                         F

I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor.

               C                      Dm

Illusion never changed into something real.

                   Bb                           F

I'm wide-awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

                C                 Dm  (C)  Bb

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 crawl 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.





Dm  (C)  Bb       Dm            F         C

Torn...           Ooooh...  Hoo ooooh...  Ooooh

There's nothing where he used to lie – my inspiration has run dry

That's what's going on, nothing's right, I'm torn



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