Pim Stones - The life we could have had

^DmOh, tell me this isn't tru^Ame ^{C Dm}Oh, is this really the en^Ad?^C

^DmAnd as all the leaves rustle above^Am us ^DmAnd ^Bbas all the dirt^Dm covers^C our skin Rest^Dm your head onto^C my chest I'll ^Ftell ^Bbyou stories of the life ^Cwe could have had

^DmWe danced bare-footed in the ^Amgrass We ^Bbread big, heavy ^Cbooks and we would smile Our only ^Dmdrug was love ^AmAnd ^Bbboy did we get high, oh, how we ^Csmoked each other up

^DmAnd as all the leaves rustle above us ^BbAnd as all the dark covers ^Cour skin Rest your ^Dmhead onto my chest I'll ^Ftell ^Bbyou stories of the ^Clife we could have ^Dmhad

^DmOh, my love, my one true ^Cfriend ^DmOh, is this really the ^Amend^C? We ^Dmworked hard and we made ^Amlots of money And when we ^Bbhad enough to be happy, we ^Amgave the rest away We didn't ^Dmcomplain much We were ^Cgood with ^Amwhat we had ^BbOh, how we were ^Chappy

And ^Dmas all the leaves rustle above us^Am And ^Bbas all the cold buries ^Cour bones Rest your ^Dmhead onto my chest I'll ^Ftell you stories of the ^Clife we could have ^Bbhad

^BbWe traveled to lands and then ^Dbeyon^Dmd Found ourselves a boat and ^Bbsailed into the sun Oh, how we were ^Chappy In the life we could have ^Bbhad^{Dm C}Ha^Ad, ^Bbhad^Dm, h^Cad^A

Rest your ^Dmhead onto my ^Fchest I'll tell you ^Bbstories of the ^Cdream we could have ^Dmlived Of the places we could have ^Bbseen Of the ^Cthings we could have ^Dmdone Of the people we ^Amcould ^Bbhave been^C

Now ^Dmevery word is a whisper^{Am Bb}And every sound is a ^Csong And ^Dmas all the leaves rustle ab^Amove us There's no ^Bbmoving on ^AmThis is the ^Fend^Dm