G C
G C Em D x2
G C
i was more than just a coward , i was handsome too
Em D
i felt nothing when your flood came down
G C
holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
Em D
with my hands that never touched no ground
Am D
when your talent is in numbers
Bm Em
of the many times you’ve gone
C D
i could lie i don’t care about forgiving
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
G C
and you’re fencing up the hours in the fields of red
Em D
while you think i’m on a loveless stray
G C
in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
Em D
explanations always written late
Am D
when your talent curse the framing
Bm Em
of the crying you heard sung
C D
i could lie i don’t care about what’s missing
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
Em Bm C Am
with your train of thought always passing here
Em Bm C Am
with its falling paint , and its broken gears
Em Bm C Am
it’s the damn revelation blues when you see the path
Em D C
and you know you won’t be the last , oh lord , oh lord
G C
i was more than just a terror , i was crying too
Em D
but you showed me in the gusts between
G C
that a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
Em D
has no meaning no a ghost within
Am D
when your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
that your feeling’s always wrong
C D
i always want to bring you something
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
Am D
when your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
that your feeling’s always wrong
C D
i always want to bring you something
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
G C
G C Em D x2
G C
i was more than just a coward , i was handsome too
Em D
i felt nothing when your flood came down
G C
holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
Em D
with my hands that never touched no ground
Am D
when your talent is in numbers
Bm Em
of the many times you’ve gone
C D
i could lie i don’t care about forgiving
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
G C
and you’re fencing up the hours in the fields of red
Em D
while you think i’m on a loveless stray
G C
in the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
Em D
explanations always written late
Am D
when your talent curse the framing
Bm Em
of the crying you heard sung
C D
i could lie i don’t care about what’s missing
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
Em Bm C Am
with your train of thought always passing here
Em Bm C Am
with its falling paint , and its broken gears
Em Bm C Am
it’s the damn revelation blues when you see the path
Em D C
and you know you won’t be the last , oh lord , oh lord
G C
i was more than just a terror , i was crying too
Em D
but you showed me in the gusts between
G C
that a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
Em D
has no meaning no a ghost within
Am D
when your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
that your feeling’s always wrong
C D
i always want to bring you something
G
but sometimes it’s just roses dying too young
G C Em D x2
Am D
when your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
that your feeling’s always wrong
C D
i always want to bring you something
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
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