Intro: Bm A Bm A G A
[Bm]a place of d[G]oubt that's [A]where we [Bm]are
I cry and I s[G]hout in my dr[A]eams [Bm]
and all the frustratio[G]n i[A]n this wor[Bm]ld
could not make me b[F#]leed.
[Bm]I dry the te[G]ars in my e[A]yes a[Bm]gain
then drink my[G]self to sl[A]eep, [Bm]
for all the pe[G]ople t[A]hat I've l[Bm]ost
and the promises [G]I failed to ke[A]ep. [F#]
I know that all your time is g[Bm]one,
let me sing your favourite songs (all your time is gone)
[F#]and you can have all my time to wa[D]ste;
all I want is to s[A]ee your pretty f[F#]ace...
your pretty face
Bm A G A (x2)
[Bm]I wish that I could [G]be a str[A]onger m[Bm]an
so I could rearr[G]ange all your mi[A]ghty pl[Bm]ans,
but what is t[G]rue and w[A]hat is f[Bm]alse
I play your g[G]ame to my o[A]wn l[Bm]oss.
It's been rai[G]ning n[A]ow for d[Bm]ays
and I couldn't so[G]lve your myst[A]erious w[Bm]ays
I hope the whi[G]skey a[A]nd the r[Bm]ain
can wash our s[G]ins and take aw[A]ay the p[F#]ain...
I know that all your time is g[Bm]one,
let me sing your favourite songs (all your time is gone)
[F#]and you can have all my time to wa[D]ste;
all I want is to s[A]ee your pretty f[F#]ace...
your pretty face
Bm A G A (x2)
[D]In times like t[A]hese I'll pick you up
from the gr[Bm]ound when you fall,
w[G]hen you're fee[A]ling w[D]eak,
so keep your c[G]old heart out[A]side your d[Bm]oor
cause in h[G]ere the s[A]un is for f[D]ree...
[Bm]a place of d[G]oubt that's [A]where we [Bm]are
I cry and I s[G]hout in my dr[A]eams [Bm]
and all the frustratio[G]n i[A]n this wor[Bm]ld
could not make me b[F#]leed.
[Bm]I dry the te[G]ars in my e[A]yes a[Bm]gain
then drink my[G]self to sl[A]eep, [Bm]
for all the pe[G]ople t[A]hat I've l[Bm]ost
and the promises [G]I failed to ke[A]ep. [F#]
I know that all your time is g[Bm]one,
let me sing your favourite songs (all your time is gone)
[F#]and you can have all my time to wa[D]ste;
all I want is to s[A]ee your pretty f[F#]ace...
your pretty face
Bm A G A (x2)
[Bm]I wish that I could [G]be a str[A]onger m[Bm]an
so I could rearr[G]ange all your mi[A]ghty pl[Bm]ans,
but what is t[G]rue and w[A]hat is f[Bm]alse
I play your g[G]ame to my o[A]wn l[Bm]oss.
It's been rai[G]ning n[A]ow for d[Bm]ays
and I couldn't so[G]lve your myst[A]erious w[Bm]ays
I hope the whi[G]skey a[A]nd the r[Bm]ain
can wash our s[G]ins and take aw[A]ay the p[F#]ain...
I know that all your time is g[Bm]one,
let me sing your favourite songs (all your time is gone)
[F#]and you can have all my time to wa[D]ste;
all I want is to s[A]ee your pretty f[F#]ace...
your pretty face
Bm A G A (x2)
[D]In times like t[A]hese I'll pick you up
from the gr[Bm]ound when you fall,
w[G]hen you're fee[A]ling w[D]eak,
so keep your c[G]old heart out[A]side your d[Bm]oor
cause in h[G]ere the s[A]un is for f[D]ree...