James Morrison - Broken strings

Let me ^Amhold you For the ^Clast time It's the ^Flast chance to feel again But you ^Ambroke me Now I ^Ccan't feel any^Fthing ^Dm When I ^Amlove you, It's so ^Cuntrue I ^Fcan't even convince myself When I'm ^Amspeaking, It's the ^Cvoice of someone ^Felse ^Dm

Oh it ^Ftears ^Gme ^Amup I ^Ftry to hold ^Gon, but it ^Emhurts too much I ^Ftry to for^Ggive, but it's ^Emnot enough to m^Fake it all okay^C

You can't ^Dmplay on broken ^Amstrings You can't ^Cfeel any^Gthing That your ^Dmheart don't want to ^Amfeel I can't ^Ctell you something that ain't ^Greal Oh the ^Ftruth hurts And ^Amlies worse ^CHow can I give any^Gmore When I ^Dmlove you a little ^Amless than^G before

Oh what ^Amare we ^Cdoing We are ^Fturning into dust Playing ^Amhouse in the ^Cruins of ^Fus ^Dm Running ^Amback through the ^Cfire When there's ^Fnothing left to save It's like ^Amchasing the very ^Clast train when it's too ^Flate ^Dm

Oh it ^Ftears ^Gme ^Amup I ^Ftry to hold ^Gon, but it ^Emhurts too much I ^Ftry to for^Ggive, but it's ^Emnot enough to ^Fmake it all okay^C

You can't ^Dmplay on broken ^Amstrings You can't ^Cfeel any^Gthing That your ^Dmheart don't want to ^Amfeel I can't ^Ctell you something that ain't ^Greal Oh the ^Ftruth hurts And ^Amlies worse ^CHow can I give any^Gmore When I ^Dmlove you a little ^Amless than ^Gbefore

But we're ^Amrunning through the ^Cfire When there's ^Fnothing left to save It's like ^Amchasing the very last ^Ctrain When we ^Fboth know it's too late (^Dmtoo late)

You can't ^Dmplay on broken^Am strings You can't ^Cfeel any^Gthing That your ^Dmheart don't want to^Am feel I can't ^Ctell you something that ain't ^Greal Well th^Fe truth hurts And ^Amlies worse ^CHow can I give any^Gmore When I ^Dmlove you a little ^Amless than^G before Oh when^Dm I love you a litt^Amle less tha^Gn before

Let me ^Amhold you for the^C last time It's the ^Flast chance to feel ^Dmagain