Jeremiah Daly - Crumble

Was it ^Etime Was it ^Emaj7fear Was it ^E7age Was it memories that ^Am6ripped us like ^Awords off a ^Epage What was ^Esaid what was ^Emaj7done Not a ^E7thing silent guns pointed ^Am6at all the ^Athoughts I've ^Ebetrayed

Now ^C#mI have not ^Am6felt you in ^Eso many ^Adays Darling ^F#mI've not felt ^Anothing at ^Eall

Was it^E me in my^Emaj7 head Was it ^E7you, no I fed something ^Am6in me I ^Athought I'd let ^Ego Not quite ^Eyou but your ^Emaj7heat in a ^E7room Next to me made me ^Am6feel like I ^Awas not ^Ealone

Now I^C#m have not^Am6 felt you in^E so many^A days Darling ^F#mI have not felt ^Anothing at ^Eal^Emaj7l ^{E7 Am6}Oh, ^Aoh^E, ^Aoh oh ^EAt all

You were ^Eit much too ^Emaj7quick It was ^E7faulty in the bricks I laid ^Am6crumbled un^Ader all the ^Eway That I ^Eplace on your ^Emaj7head without ^E7me your best Without ^Am6making you ^Athink you were ^Enot

Now ^EI have not ^Emaj7felt you in ^E7so many days Oh ^EI have not ^Emaj7felt you in ^E7so many days And I'm ^F#mfinally ^Aokay with it all^{E Emaj7 E7 E}It^Emaj7 all ^Em