Aviators - Streets of gold

^AmI see the golden years beh^Cind us I'm getting scared to move al^Gong My inspiration has subs^Fided Without a muse to k^Geep me str^Among I can't remember our last v^Cictory Was it the past, or just a dr^Geam? The world we grew to love has cr^Fumbled With my own efforts losing st^Ameam

I think I need your hands to l^Cift me I think I need your light to sh^Gine There lies a trail of fire beh^Find us From a warstruck, weary t^Amime I'm going to need a guide to sh^Cow me To walk me through the streets of g^Gold When death will meet us at the ^Fend Of our own lost and broken r^Amoad

^AmI've made mistakes that devast^Cated Too many battles lost to t^Gell If I could turn back to time to f^Find you I'd find our confidence as w^Amell So please forgive the tears and wh^Cispers If you are only in my h^Gead Sometimes I want to think you're l^Fistening When every other voice is d^Amead

I think I need your hands to l^Cift me I think I need your light to sh^Gine There lies a trail of fire beh^Find us From a warstruck, weary t^Amime I'm going to need a guide to sh^Cow me To walk me through the streets of g^Gold When death will meet us at the ^Fend Of our own lost and broken r^Amoad

^AmThe last survivor of the f^Fall Without a will to live at ^Amall

No ^Cone remains my weakened c^Amall ( D7 ) F I've come a thousand miles alone Passed every kingdom's empty thr^Amone

Y^Cou'll arrange the stars to lead me h^Amome C G C F Am C G F

^AmI think I need your hands to l^Cift me I think I need your light to sh^Gine There lies a trail of fire beh^Find us From a warstruck, weary t^Amime I'm going to need a guide to sh^Cow me To walk me through the streets of g^Gold When death will meet us at the ^Fend Of our own lost and broken r^Amoad