David Gray - This year s love

^CThis years ^Dlove had better l^Cast Heaven ^Dknows it's high^C time And I've been^D waiting on my^G own too long^{Em C}But when you ^Dhold me like you ^Cdo It feels so ^Dright ^CI start to ^Dforget How my ^Gheart gets torn When that ^Emhurt gets thrown Feeling ^Alike you can't go^C on

^CTurning ^Dcircles when time a^Cgain It cuts like a ^Dknife oh yeah ^CIf you ^Dlove me got to ^Gknow for sure ^{Em C}Cos it takes ^Dsomething more this ^Ctime Than sweet sweet ^Dlies ^CBefore I ^Dopen up my ^Garms and fall Losing ^Emall control Every ^Adream inside my ^Csoul

On that ^Gmidnight street Sweep me ^Emoff my feet Singing ^Aain't this life so^C sweet

^CThis years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C D G Em}

^CThis years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C}'Cause who's t^Do worry If our ^Ghearts get torn When that ^Emhurt gets thrown Don't you^A know this life goes^C on

On that ^Gmidnight street Sweep me ^Emoff my feet Singing ^Aain't this life so^C sweet

^CThis years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C}This years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C}This years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C}This years love had better ^Glast