Frank Turner - Redemption

I was ^Ewalking home to my house through the snow from the ^F#station When the ^ESpringsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent ^F#question Oh, is l^Eove really real and can any of us hope for ^F#redemption? Or are we ^Eall merely biding our time down to the lonely c^F#onclusions? D^Earling, let me take your hand as I talk you through ^F#this How ^Eloneliness edged into deep seeded ^F#psychosis Lying ^Eawake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape ^F#hiss With my ^Efeelings laid clear on the ceiling I don't think I can do ^F#this I don't think I can do ^G#mthis ^{F# G#m F#}

Well, I've ^Etried so hard to not turn into my ^F#father But if I ^Eonly ever skip out his choices, will I ever choose ^F#better? Oh, the ^Esad truth is the grass, it will always seem ^F#greener So I l^Eeft you alone in a restaurant in London in ^F#winter You deserved ^G#m*better

Adam ^F#*Trask ^{E* F#} Is on my ^G#m*back And in my ^F#*ears ^{E* F#}

And the sound comes ^Eclear and brings the awful truth that I ^F#can't stand what I've done to you And it's ^Ewritten clear in my diary, ^F#today should have been our anniversary But I'm ^Efar away and I'm far apart And ^F#you're back home with a broken heart And ^Elove is real and I can't escape I'll ^F#only ever have myself to ^G#m*blame

These ^G#m*failures ^F#*shift and ^G#m*save me ^F#*in the ^E*night Like a ^G#m*fever ^F#*I can't ^G#m*break, ^F#*try as I ^E*might ^G#m*Wake me, ^F#*darling, I ^G#m*need you to ^F#*take me ^E*home But ^F#I know in the ^G#m*end re^F#*demption is ^G#m*mine and ^F#*mine al^Eone ^{F# E F#}

So if ^Eeach of us is made off of a tally of mistakes and ^F#successes Then the ^Ehour in that restaurant makes my score less than ^F#impressive Oh, if ^Eeach can be redeemed by the courage by which he ^F#confesses So, ^Edarling, I miss you, your music and your musk and your ^F#kisses I don't think I can do ^G#sus4this