Funeral For a Friend - Roses for the dead

^AmJust to say we're so^Frry for the bl^Gack eyes and bleeding li^Amps, well it's hard to f^Forget how many^G lives we s^Amtole or how old we g^Frow befo^Gre I said goo^Amdbye. So let's scrape our ^Fknees on the pla^Gyground.

^AmIt's not your fa^Fult you feel o^Gkay, it's too late in t^Amhe day. It's not your fau^Flt you feel betr^Gayed you can't come out to p^Amlay.

^AmI never liste^Fned to a ^Gword you never s^Amaid. I never liste^Fned to a ^Gword you never s^Amaid.

^AmWasting the^F hours now, we're all^G suckers for trage^Amdies. We'll start this over aga^Fin and you bring^G us to our k^Amnees. As sunrise c^Fomes and the st^Gory will s^Amell a few hundred^F papers and we'll fo^Gllow you up.

^AmIt's not your fa^Fult you feel o^Gkay, it's too late in t^Amhe day. It's not your fau^Flt you feel betr^Gayed you can't come out to p^Amlay.

^AmI never lis^Ftened to a w^Gord you never s^Amaid I never lis^Ftened to a w^Gord you never s^Amaid. So raise your han^Fds up hig^Gh ^Amand let this ra^Fin pou^Gr. ^AmSo raise your hand^Fs up high^{G Am}and wash^F us away^G

^Amlike innocence and child^Gbirth. You look just l^Fike your mother and you look just like y^Gour father. ^AmForgive him, our father, you^Gr son is smiling so la^Fy roses around ^Gyou.