(Verse)
[Am]Up on a m[Dm]ountain over the pla[G]ins
Christopher s[C]at with his h[C/B]ands to his f[Am]ace
This urn is her c[Dm]asket, this ash her rema[G]ins
It doesn't feel r[C]ight just to t[C/B]hrow it aw[Am]ay
So he kept it w[Dm]ith him everywhere that he str[G]ayed
With long narrow s[C]hadows he s[C/B]houldered the we[Am]ight
If I keep her w[Dm]ith me, then I'll keep her s[G]afe
He choked down the words t[C]hat he want[C/B]ed to say
(Chorus)
[F]Wish I could r[C]un from the p[G]lace that po[Am]isons my pa[G]ssion away[F]
Wish I never w[C]rote her anyt[G]hing
Let t[Am]his be the l[G]ast song I s[Am]ing
(Interlude)
[Am] [Dm] [G] [C] [C/B]
{Verse)
[Am]Grooves in his sh[Dm]oulders, the urn still in his c[G]lasp
Christopher strug[C]gled against the [C/B]river so f[Am]ast
Imaginary mess[Dm]iahs like the world on his b[G]ack
pushed him under the cu[C]rrent where he dr[C/B]owned with the [Am]ash
There's no m[Dm]oral to your s[G]tory
Yeah they're l[C]ying a[C/B]gain my fr[Am]iend
There's no m[Dm]oral to your s[G]tory, my friend[C][C/B]
(Chorus)
[F]Say goodb[C]ye to the p[G]lace that p[Am]oisons your p[G]assion aw[F]ay
If you write a l[C]ost love anyt[G]hing
Don't let [Am]it be the l[G]ast song you s[F]ing[Fm]
(Outro)
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G] [F]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [Em] [Dm] [Em] [B5] [E/G#]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G] [F]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [Em] [Dm] [Em] [B5] [E/G#]
[Am]Up on a m[Dm]ountain over the pla[G]ins
Christopher s[C]at with his h[C/B]ands to his f[Am]ace
This urn is her c[Dm]asket, this ash her rema[G]ins
It doesn't feel r[C]ight just to t[C/B]hrow it aw[Am]ay
So he kept it w[Dm]ith him everywhere that he str[G]ayed
With long narrow s[C]hadows he s[C/B]houldered the we[Am]ight
If I keep her w[Dm]ith me, then I'll keep her s[G]afe
He choked down the words t[C]hat he want[C/B]ed to say
(Chorus)
[F]Wish I could r[C]un from the p[G]lace that po[Am]isons my pa[G]ssion away[F]
Wish I never w[C]rote her anyt[G]hing
Let t[Am]his be the l[G]ast song I s[Am]ing
(Interlude)
[Am] [Dm] [G] [C] [C/B]
{Verse)
[Am]Grooves in his sh[Dm]oulders, the urn still in his c[G]lasp
Christopher strug[C]gled against the [C/B]river so f[Am]ast
Imaginary mess[Dm]iahs like the world on his b[G]ack
pushed him under the cu[C]rrent where he dr[C/B]owned with the [Am]ash
There's no m[Dm]oral to your s[G]tory
Yeah they're l[C]ying a[C/B]gain my fr[Am]iend
There's no m[Dm]oral to your s[G]tory, my friend[C][C/B]
(Chorus)
[F]Say goodb[C]ye to the p[G]lace that p[Am]oisons your p[G]assion aw[F]ay
If you write a l[C]ost love anyt[G]hing
Don't let [Am]it be the l[G]ast song you s[F]ing[Fm]
(Outro)
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G] [F]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [Em] [Dm] [Em] [B5] [E/G#]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G] [F]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [G]
[Am] [C/B] [C] [Em] [Dm] [Em] [B5] [E/G#]
