Jack Conte - The way it was before

^CmHear it when I crunch the ^Cmleaves on the ground ^CmImagine it's me, once g^Fmreen soon brown ^CmAnd the wind will howl but ^GI won't make no ^Cmsound

^CmAfter we pass th^Cmrough this circus ^CmAfter they have ^Fmswept the floor ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore

^CmI keep myself distracted with the mirror pen ^CmI store the words on paper inst^Fmead of my head It's like a ^Cmcold glass of milk When me and ^Gmy stomach ache are s^Cmtuck in bed

^CmWhat if all the crazies are really sane ^CmThey see something that the r^Fmest of us can't ^CmAnd I'll never feel the pain ^GOf having to fade a^Cmway

^CmAfter we pass th^Cmrough this circus ^CmAfter they have ^Fmswept the floor ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore

^FmI'm fine being by mys^Cmelf ^CmNot wasting wishes on w^Gomen ^GWhen I'm throwing pennies in ^Cmthe well

^FmI'm fine being by mys^Cmelf I still got my tong^Gue, don't I? ^GAnd a story to ^Cmtell

^CmAfter we pass th^Cmrough this circus ^CmAfter they have ^Fmswept the floor ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore

^CmAfter we pass th^Cmrough this circus ^CmAfter they have ^Fmswept the floor ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore

^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore ^CmIt'll all go back to the ^Gway it was bef^Cmore