Paul Weller - More

M^Emadly rushing through the streets T^Emhere's no more hours left to give W^Cmaj7hen nothing comes of nothing F^Fmaj7ull of empty thoughts of m^Emore Fa^Emut-il aller jusqu'au bout? Mê^Emme si je contrôle tout?

A^Cmaj7ll I do is use my time D^Fmaj7reaming of a place W^Cmaj7here I'd find such happiness B^Fut little came from having ^Emmore

T^Gmaj7he more we get, the more we ^Cmaj7lose W^Gmaj7hen all is "more", it's more ^Cmaj7we choose T^Gmaj7here's always something else ^Cmaj7in store T^Fhat keeps me running down that road, ^Fmaj7keeps me running T^Fo an unknown place I think is mo^Emre

H^Emow much higher can I be? S^Emailing moonbeams, scaling trees P^Emushing upwards to the sky P^Emicking up what I think's mine

W^Cmaj7hen nothing comes from nothing Dr^Fmaj7eaming of a place W^Cmaj7here I'd find such happiness B^Fut little came from having^Em more

T^Gmaj7he more we get, the more we ^Cmaj7lose W^Gmaj7hen all is "more", it's more ^Cmaj7we choose T^Gmaj7here's always something else ^Cmaj7in store T^Fhat keeps me running down that road, ^Fmaj7keeps me running T^Fo an unknown place I think is mo^Emre