From: "[iso-8859-1] Maxime Bérubé"
D G D G D G Bm E
D G D G
Even on the darkest night when empty promise means empty hands
D G Bm E
And soldiers coming home like shadows turning red
D G D G
When the lights of hope are fading quickly then look to me
D G Bm E
I'll be your homing angel, I'll be in your head
G D A
G D A
Because you're lonely in your nightmare, let me in
G D A
And there's heat beneath your winter, let me in
Em Bm Em Bm E Bm A
Must be lucky weather when you find the kind of wind that you need