Broken Bells - Good luck

^DmYeah, the face The face of ^Cevil is on the news tonight We see the ^A#darkness over light But have we r^Ceally ever lived in better times? ^DmHey, strange, they say we're ^Ccoming to the end of the line But is there ^A#still a chance to change your mind? Or have all the ^Ccolors turn to black and white?

I ^Dmhad another dream, I had another life ^CNo one saw the blood on my hands When I ^A#woke, I was there alone Where will it ^Cend? After the ^Dmtwilight, always a ^Fsunrise But the blood of ^Cmorning comes from small arms fi^Dmre Ignore the deadline, there's no div^Fine right Enter the ^Cgods and all the sacred s^A#igns At the end of your line^{Dm F C Dm}

Good ^Dmluck, my f^Friend In ^Ctime it ^Dmends Dead ^Flamb My ^Cheart your ^A#hands Good ^Dmluck, my ^Ffriend Hand ^Ctied, it ^Dmends Hand tied, dead ^Flamb My ^Cheart, your ^A#hands ^{Dm F C Dm}