Rosa - Hit the bottle

^AWhen the sun sets down and you wait for the ^Ablue of the morning to come, You're a phantom, t^Doo. The city and streets that become your own^A. ^{E D A}'Cause every roof deserves a second chance or two, ^AA second look before you fall back through,^D The moon lights it differently, t^Ahen. ^E And if the view's not just right^D, I'll come back tomorrow.

^AAll the things that we take and we hold onto^A, and the things we create Make us t^Dhose people we always wanted to kn^Aow. ^{E D} So t^Aape the things that you take for granted o^Anto The walls of your room - the songs and p^Dictures we need, they need us, too^A. ^E D A (once) And when those things go away...I hit the bottle.