[G]G [C]C Em D x2
I was m[G]ore than just a coward, I was h[C]andsome too
I felt n[Em]othing when your flood came d[D]own
Holding f[G]ines that made me wonder if the li[C]ghts were wrong
With my h[Em]ands that never touched no gr[D]ound
When your t[Am]alent is in nu[D]mbers
Of the m[Bm]any times you've g[Em]one
I could l[C]ie I don't care about for[D]giving
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
And you're fe[G]ncing up the hours in the fi[C]elds of red
While you t[Em]hink I'm on a loveless s[D]tray
In the le[G]tters from the lovers in a l[C]and gone wrong
Explan[Em]ations always written l[D]ate
When your t[Am]alent curse the fr[D]aming
Of the c[Bm]rying you heard s[Em]ung
I could l[C]ie I don't care about what's mi[D]ssing
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
With your t[Em]rain of t[Bm]hought always pa[C]ssing here[Am]
With its f[Em]alling p[Bm]aint, and its br[C]oken gears[Am]
It's the damn revel[Em]ation b[Bm]lues when you s[C]ee the pat[Am]h
And you know you won't [Em]be the last, oh l[D]ord, oh lo[C]rd
I was m[G]ore than just a terror, I was c[C]rying too
But you s[Em]howed me in the gusts be[D]tween
That a w[G]ind is sometimes broken and its f[C]lying path
Has no m[Em]eaning no a ghost wi[D]thin
When your t[Am]alent is in [D]hiding
That your f[Bm]eeling's always w[Em]rong
I a[C]lways want to bring you s[D]omething
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
When your t[Am]alent is in [D]hiding
That your f[Bm]eeling's always w[Em]rong
I a[C]lways want to bring you s[D]omething
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
(on "young", play this to the end)
[C] [D] [Em] [Bm] [C] [Am] [Em] [Bm] [C] [G] [Em] [G] [C] [C] [Em] [G][C][G]
I was m[G]ore than just a coward, I was h[C]andsome too
I felt n[Em]othing when your flood came d[D]own
Holding f[G]ines that made me wonder if the li[C]ghts were wrong
With my h[Em]ands that never touched no gr[D]ound
When your t[Am]alent is in nu[D]mbers
Of the m[Bm]any times you've g[Em]one
I could l[C]ie I don't care about for[D]giving
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
And you're fe[G]ncing up the hours in the fi[C]elds of red
While you t[Em]hink I'm on a loveless s[D]tray
In the le[G]tters from the lovers in a l[C]and gone wrong
Explan[Em]ations always written l[D]ate
When your t[Am]alent curse the fr[D]aming
Of the c[Bm]rying you heard s[Em]ung
I could l[C]ie I don't care about what's mi[D]ssing
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
With your t[Em]rain of t[Bm]hought always pa[C]ssing here[Am]
With its f[Em]alling p[Bm]aint, and its br[C]oken gears[Am]
It's the damn revel[Em]ation b[Bm]lues when you s[C]ee the pat[Am]h
And you know you won't [Em]be the last, oh l[D]ord, oh lo[C]rd
I was m[G]ore than just a terror, I was c[C]rying too
But you s[Em]howed me in the gusts be[D]tween
That a w[G]ind is sometimes broken and its f[C]lying path
Has no m[Em]eaning no a ghost wi[D]thin
When your t[Am]alent is in [D]hiding
That your f[Bm]eeling's always w[Em]rong
I a[C]lways want to bring you s[D]omething
But sometimes it's just roses dying too y[G]oung
G C Em D x2
When your t[Am]alent is in [D]hiding
That your f[Bm]eeling's always w[Em]rong
I a[C]lways want to bring you s[D]omething
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
(on "young", play this to the end)
[C] [D] [Em] [Bm] [C] [Am] [Em] [Bm] [C] [G] [Em] [G] [C] [C] [Em] [G][C][G]
