[C]You say you got no problem,
[Em]Being where you are,
You don?t [F]want to understand, any[C]way.
Cause everybody tells ya,
[Em]When you?re right or wrong,
And they just[F] want to have the right to dis[C]agree.
[Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah
And [F]sometimes you [C]fall,
[Am]Tomorrow?s always [Em]find you,
[F]Digging for the [C]bones,
I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer,
For[F] always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]never ever [C]fight,
You [F]don?t know how to fight.
There?s a [C]cold wind blowing,
[Em]On a silvery morning,
And the [F]air feels fine upon your[C] face.
And you walk cause your lonely,
And you [Em]wish you had a job,
Someone [F]else who understood the [C]little things.
[Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah
And [F]sometimes you [C]fall,
To[Am]morrow?s always [Em]finds you,
[F]Staring at the [C]wall.
I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer,
For [F]always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]never ever [C]fight,
No, you [F]don?t know how to fight.
And you [C]turn on the T.V.
And you [Em]reach for the phone,
Because [F]someone read the news to you all [C]wrong.
And you say that you?ve discovered,
A [Em]world that won?t recover,
And [F]sometimes it?s so hard to dis[C]agree.
To[Am]morrow?s always [Em]finds you,
[F]Staring at the [C]wall.
You[Am] thought you had the [Em]answer,
For [F]always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]don?t know how to [C]fight,
No, you [F]don?t know how to fight.
4AD, Written by Neil Halstead
Transcribed by Shane Hendersson & Henrik
[Em]Being where you are,
You don?t [F]want to understand, any[C]way.
Cause everybody tells ya,
[Em]When you?re right or wrong,
And they just[F] want to have the right to dis[C]agree.
[Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah
And [F]sometimes you [C]fall,
[Am]Tomorrow?s always [Em]find you,
[F]Digging for the [C]bones,
I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer,
For[F] always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]never ever [C]fight,
You [F]don?t know how to fight.
There?s a [C]cold wind blowing,
[Em]On a silvery morning,
And the [F]air feels fine upon your[C] face.
And you walk cause your lonely,
And you [Em]wish you had a job,
Someone [F]else who understood the [C]little things.
[Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah
And [F]sometimes you [C]fall,
To[Am]morrow?s always [Em]finds you,
[F]Staring at the [C]wall.
I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer,
For [F]always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]never ever [C]fight,
No, you [F]don?t know how to fight.
And you [C]turn on the T.V.
And you [Em]reach for the phone,
Because [F]someone read the news to you all [C]wrong.
And you say that you?ve discovered,
A [Em]world that won?t recover,
And [F]sometimes it?s so hard to dis[C]agree.
To[Am]morrow?s always [Em]finds you,
[F]Staring at the [C]wall.
You[Am] thought you had the [Em]answer,
For [F]always being [C]right.
You [Am]always see it [Em]coming,
But you [F]don?t know how to [C]fight,
No, you [F]don?t know how to fight.
4AD, Written by Neil Halstead
Transcribed by Shane Hendersson & Henrik
