the beginning of the song is kind of without tune but it gets better at 2 : 00 .
it’s really simple , perfect for begginers to practice F chord or just rythm .
who is much more than a friend ,
but never by my side?
all beginnings are an end ,
in the blackness there’s a light
maybe you will only read
one or two letters at the most
shipping crates might line the streets ,
every stranger is a ghost
cashiers won’t deduct the pain ,
loneliness sleeps on the couch
only noticing the stain
once the color’s faded out
F G
let’s go camping in the cold ,
C Am
make a fire , buy a tent
F G
envision leather getting old ,
C Am
re – send pigeons that were sent
F G
try to memorize your smell ,
C Am
it reminds me of a field
F G
crickets clearer than a bell
C Am
have all their guys recast in steel
F G
birds don’t cry when echoes quit ,
C Am
they trail off into the fog
F G
autumn hurts far less than sticks ,
C Am
knowing winter’s five feet tall
F G
generations of defeat
C Am
all assuming your the worst
F G
they never tied the cans
C Am
to the back end of a hearse
F G
take your hand against my own ,
C Am
if there’s a finger i can grip
F G
reassure me at the ace
C Am
mine’s a black heart you could flip
F G
i’ve come to terms with what i have ,
C Am
what’s been given , what’s been asked
F G
turn my back against the sea ,
C Am
and beg the serpent for a dance
F G
but in the red dirt muddy towns ,
C Am
celebration of the dark
F G
children walking hand in hand
C Am
with the pygmies in the park
F G
i can’t touch you only once ,
C Am
you always leave me wanting more
F G
so keep my feet within the house ,
C Am
and stick my toes just past the door
F G
let me know when i’m in love ,
C
let me die when i’m in love
the beginning of the song is kind of without tune but it gets better at 2 : 00 .
it’s really simple , perfect for begginers to practice F chord or just rythm .
who is much more than a friend ,
but never by my side?
all beginnings are an end ,
in the blackness there’s a light
maybe you will only read
one or two letters at the most
shipping crates might line the streets ,
every stranger is a ghost
cashiers won’t deduct the pain ,
loneliness sleeps on the couch
only noticing the stain
once the color’s faded out
F G
let’s go camping in the cold ,
C Am
make a fire , buy a tent
F G
envision leather getting old ,
C Am
re – send pigeons that were sent
F G
try to memorize your smell ,
C Am
it reminds me of a field
F G
crickets clearer than a bell
C Am
have all their guys recast in steel
F G
birds don’t cry when echoes quit ,
C Am
they trail off into the fog
F G
autumn hurts far less than sticks ,
C Am
knowing winter’s five feet tall
F G
generations of defeat
C Am
all assuming your the worst
F G
they never tied the cans
C Am
to the back end of a hearse
F G
take your hand against my own ,
C Am
if there’s a finger i can grip
F G
reassure me at the ace
C Am
mine’s a black heart you could flip
F G
i’ve come to terms with what i have ,
C Am
what’s been given , what’s been asked
F G
turn my back against the sea ,
C Am
and beg the serpent for a dance
F G
but in the red dirt muddy towns ,
C Am
celebration of the dark
F G
children walking hand in hand
C Am
with the pygmies in the park
F G
i can’t touch you only once ,
C Am
you always leave me wanting more
F G
so keep my feet within the house ,
C Am
and stick my toes just past the door
F G
let me know when i’m in love ,
C
let me die when i’m in love
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