Intro: G D C (x2)
And will we [G]ever [D]feel that way a[C]gain?
Like [G]we were so close that we could [D]live inside of [C]one another's [D]skin
Like [G]we all showed up in [D]this town to make something [C]new and good be[D]gin
Will [G]we ever be able to [D]call one another
[C]My my surrogate [D]sister or brother, without
[G]Being kinda cynical[D] about its implicatio[C]ns?
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C]
Well, the [G]past few years
I guess they've [D]been pretty weird,
And sure I [C]left cause I was [D]bored,
Or maybe [G]scared of what it means
When something [D]little comes between you
And [C]everything you ever [D]hoped or worked for
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C] [G]
But now all I can say is friend d[D]on?t go away,
You know it [C]kills me when we [D]leave.
But when I?m [G]nine hours on a bus,
I look at [D]photographs of us and
I [C]truly do bel[D]ieve its what we [G]need?s
To go back to [D]Portland
Or [C]even anywhere in [D]France
And find that [G]shiver for your spine
To keep you [D]growing like a vine,
And baby [C]never stick too close to your [D]plans
And know the [G]best books of our [D]lives,
They?re being [C]written all the [D]time
But not [G]one of them is anywhere [D]close
To finished [C]yet
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C] [G]
And will we [G]ever [D]feel that way a[C]gain?
Like [G]we were so close that we could [D]live inside of [C]one another's [D]skin
Like [G]we all showed up in [D]this town to make something [C]new and good be[D]gin
Will [G]we ever be able to [D]call one another
[C]My my surrogate [D]sister or brother, without
[G]Being kinda cynical[D] about its implicatio[C]ns?
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C]
Well, the [G]past few years
I guess they've [D]been pretty weird,
And sure I [C]left cause I was [D]bored,
Or maybe [G]scared of what it means
When something [D]little comes between you
And [C]everything you ever [D]hoped or worked for
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C] [G]
But now all I can say is friend d[D]on?t go away,
You know it [C]kills me when we [D]leave.
But when I?m [G]nine hours on a bus,
I look at [D]photographs of us and
I [C]truly do bel[D]ieve its what we [G]need?s
To go back to [D]Portland
Or [C]even anywhere in [D]France
And find that [G]shiver for your spine
To keep you [D]growing like a vine,
And baby [C]never stick too close to your [D]plans
And know the [G]best books of our [D]lives,
They?re being [C]written all the [D]time
But not [G]one of them is anywhere [D]close
To finished [C]yet
[G] [D] [C] [D]
[G] [D] [C] [G]
