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Not a whole lot to say, one of my favorite songs by this band and want to throw up some simple chords/lyrics
for anyone looking to do maybe an acoustic cover of this superb piece of art. Any questions, corrections,
or concerns, leave them below in the comments. Thank you!
Gm Bb F C
E|-----3-----1-----1-----3-----|
B|-----3-----3-----1-----5-----|
G|-----3-----3-----2-----5-----|
D|-----5-----3-----3-----5-----|
A|-----5-----1-----3-----3-----|
E|-----3-----------1-----------|
If you would like, you can do the lead part, here's an idea of how it would go:
E|-----3-------------6-----1-----------------3-----------------|
B|-----3-------------6-----1-----1-----------5-----5-----------|
G|-----3-------------7-----2-----------------5-----------5-----|
D|-----5-----5/7-----8-----3-----------3-----5-----------------|
A|-----5-------------8-----3-----------------3-----------------|
E|-----3-------------6-----1-----------------------------------|
Gm I recall once on the church Bbsteps,
When I moved to kiss your Fchest,
How we paid such close aCttention
To each sweet and stuttered Gmbreath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picBbture,
Captured honest pure afFfection,
Just to document the differencCe
between attraction and connectionGm.
GmI can see all of my friendBbs and
I break into empty Fbuildings,
FWhen the coast was clear,
With Cbackpacks full of beer,
We’d throw our Gmbottles from the rooftops
At this Bbcity-it looked endless.
Guess I Fstill don’t see the difference
between real purCpose and that urgent adolesGmcence.
GmAnd I remember in aBb basement sharing sweat
With all these Fstranger boys and girls,
“We’ll change the Cworld!” We sang,
“We’ll change the world!” But,Gm
GmNothing seems to change and
They say Bbnone of them will listen,
But I Fstill see much more power in that Cbasement
than in heartless poliGmticians.
GmAnd if we get beaten by this wBbinter,
If we get strangled by regretF, just
Let our love of life and tenCsion
Gasp in sweet and stuttered Gmbreaths, and
Have them lay us in a baseBbment,
Smash some bottles on the Fground, and
Say we couldn't tell the differeCnce
Cbetween the feeling and the soundGm.
Remember not our faulty Bbpieces,
Remember not our rusted Fparts,
It’s not the petty imperfectioCns that define us but
The Gmway we hold our hearts,
And the Bbway we hold our heads,
I hope they Fwrite your names beside mine
on my Cgravestone when I’m dead.
And when Gmwe’re dead let our voices carry Bbon
BbTo find a better song.
To Ffind a better song and sing alonCg