Iwan Rheon - Changing times

^D Dancing fr^Dmee for eyes to s^Aee My back is b^F#ment My knees are w^Bmeak But I don't mi^End Sign of the ti^Ames. We laugh like fo^F#mols and that is fi^Dne And after a^Dmll, We spent our chip^As on crooked clo^F#mth, for crooked hi^Bmps But I don't mi^End, Sign of the t^Aimes. You are he^F#mre, so that is fi^Bmne. And ^Bmall y^C#mour t^Dears are f^Aad^G#ming aw^F#may. ^{Bm Bm}All y^C#mour f^Dears, they are s^Aail^G#ming tod^F#may.

^D These candle sticks^Dm turn molten wax,^A And so Do we s^F#mlip through the cr^Bmacks. But I don't mi^End, these changing tim^Aes. It's warm in he^F#mre, so that is fine^D. Look what we learn^Dm, each table turn^Aed. Look in our ey^F#mes we want they b^Bmurn. But I don't min^Ed, these changing tim^Aes. Our hands are free^F#m, so are our minds.^Bm And ^Bmall y^C#mour t^Dears are f^Aad^G#ming aw^F#may. ^Bm And ^Bmall y^C#mour f^Dears, they are s^Aail^G#ming tod^F#may, sa^Eil away.

Tr^Ay to laugh, it's t^Eoo hard maybe, P^Bmolitics can dr^Dive you crazy, ^AAll our idols l^Eive inside us. L^Bmife's so fast it l^Deaves you breathl^Dmess.

^BmAll y^C#mour t^Dears are f^Aad^G#ming aw^F#may. ^Bm And ^Bmall y^C#mour f^Dears, they are s^Aail^G#ming tod^F#may, sa^Eil away.

Tr^Ay to laugh, it's t^Eoo hard maybe, P^Bmolitics can dr^Dive you crazy, ^AAll our idols l^Eive inside us. L^Bmife's so fast it l^Deaves you breathless. ^{Dm A}