Richard Buckner - Once

^COnce I was ^Gdug up I was ^Fsink^Cing I was ^Glonging to be ^Fsaved ^CI lapped up to the ^Gbay bar And I ^Fsaw her b^Gobbing like a w^Fave ^DmAnd I slowed do^Fwn ^CJust six months this ^Gsummer since I've ^Fknown h^Cer ^GThat she's been ^Faway C G F C G F ^DmAnd sometimes I still answer to the gone ghosts that only suckers make ^FSlow down ^Gand hold on ^Dmhold on ^{F C G F C G F C}Even my ^Gheroes are ^Falmost g^Cone Almost ^Gfolding from the fl^Fame ^CBut how low ^Ghow can your fuse glow And w^Farm ^Cyou u^Gntil your torch begins to f^Fade^{Dm F G F Dm F C}I dreamed of a ^Gcouple dancing ^Fclose and ^Cdrunk In the ^Gspray of lights they ^Fmade ^CAnd once I was ^Gdug up I was ^Fsin^Cking but now I'm l^Gonging to be ^Fsave^Dmd ^{F G}