John Frusciante - Hope

^G#mi feel the ^Bhope ^F#running^G#m low ^C#mwe never ^G#mfound ^F#our way ^G#mhome ^G#mThere is no more ^Bworld The ^Fland i^G#ms gone ^C#mwater is ^G#mall that ^F#survived that^G#m one

there ^G#mare ^Gmno ^G#mescapes (^Gmno ^G#mescapes, ^Gmno ^G#mescapes) ^C#mgone are the ^G#mdays of mi^F#stakes our m^G#mistakes

^G#mand did you^B see the ^F#night wor^G#me on and^C#m became the^G#m days that ^F#never ^G#mbegun

^G#mThe disappearing ^Bday You ^F#know where I'm^G#m from ^C#mIs the only ^Bplace that fo^F#rever stays ^G#myoung

^G#mLost ^Gmat ^G#msea ^Gmwe're ^G#mlost^Gm at ^G#msea I ^C#mwouldn't know my^G#m face if you^F# all wer^G#me me ^G#mAll ^Gmwe ^G#mhave ^Gmis ^G#mall ^Gmwe ^G#msee ^C#mThere is no more^B hope ^F#There are no ^G#mdreams