No-Man - All sweet things

^CThe run-down streets, the civil wars ^{G Am} you don't go there anymore ^G it's ^Fhow you used to ^Clive

^Cthe trampled hopes, the made-up laws ^{G Am} the itchy feet, the pub quiz bores ^G it'^Fs so hard^Dm to for^Cgive

^{C Em} all sweet ^Dmthings ^G all sweet ^Cthings will come again ^Em all sweet ^Dmthings come again ^G

^Cweekend slimmers count their chains ^{G Am} still wanting someone else to blame ^G you ^Fwatch them come and ^Cgo

^Cempty nightclub escapades ^{G Am} they tell you more than words can say ^Gthat ^Fopen ^Dm doors get c^Closed

^{C Em} all sweet^Dm things ^G all sweet ^Cthings will come again ^Em all sweet^Dm things come again ^G

^Cthe empty rooms, the empty house ^{G Am} someday soon you'll work it out ^Gstill^F finding the way back ^Chome

^Cthe schoolyard ghosts, the playtime fears ^{G Am} you take your pills they disappear ^Gthe p^Feople ^Dm that you've ^Cknown

^Am all sweet ^Fthings ^Am all sweet ^Fthings will come ^Am all sweet ^Fthings ^Am all sweet ^Fthings will come

^Am when the heartbeat slows all sweet ^Fthings when the silence grows ^Am when the heartbeat slows all sweet ^Fthings will come when the silence grows ^C