I don’t think You were intending
When You pitched this tent You call Your home
For it to be a place alw-ays in need of mending
With a bed as cold as stone
~Chorus~
My roof, caved in
The weight of umbel-ief and
My eyes, half closed
My vision getting w-eak and
Still I, see You
I know You’ll never f-ade so
I am not afr-aid
(Ooo ooo-ooo, ooo ooo-ooo)
(Ooo ooo-ooo ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo)
(3X then through Chorus)
~Chorus~
Yeah I rem-ain unfazed
Unf-azed
So I rem-ain unf-azed
I a-m
Y-ea-eah I a-m
I a-m
Oh u-nfazed
Unf-azed
