G
C
G
C
Em
D
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
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
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
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
C
D
Em
Bm
C
Am
Em
Bm
C
G
Em
G
C
C
Em
G
C
G