David Gray - This years love

^CThis years ^Dlove had better l^Cast Heaven ^Dknows it's high ^Ctime And I've been ^Dwaiting on my ^Gown 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 ^Con

^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 ^Csweet

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

^CThis years ^Dlove had better ^Clast ^{D C}Cause who's to w^Dorry If our ^Ghearts get torn When that ^Emhurt gets thrown Don't you ^Aknow this life goes ^Con

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

^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