Story of the Year - Anthem of our dying day

The s^Emtars will cry, the ^Cblackest tears t^D#M7onight and this is the m^Emoment that I live for I can s^Cmell the ocean ^D#M7air here I ^Emam, pouring my heart onto these ^Croof^D#M7tops Just a g^Emhost to the world that's e^Cxactly, e^D#M7xactly what I n^Geed.

^GFrom up here the city ^Dlights burn like a thousand miles of ^Em7fire and I'm here to sing this ^Canthem ^D#M7of our dying ^Emday. For a second I wish the ^Ctide ^D#M7 would swallow every i^Emnch of this city as you ^Cgasp for air ^D#M7tonight Sm C D#M7 I'd scream this song right in your face if you were here I swear I ^Emwon't miss a beat cause I ^Cnever, never ^D#M7have bef^Gore

^GFrom up here the city ^Dlights burn like a thousand miles of ^Em7fire and I'm here to sing this ^Canthem ^D#M7of our dying ^Emday.

of our dying ^Bsus4day of our d^Cying ^Bsus4day of our d^Cying ^Bsus4day. ^{C D#M7 Em} For a second I wish the ^Ctide would swallow ^Bsus4every inch of this city as you ^Cgasp for air tonight.

^D#M7of our dying ^Bsus4day of our ^Cdying ^Bsus4day of our ^Cdying...^G