The Airborne Toxic Event - The graveyard near the house

The ^Dother day when we were walking by The ^Agraveyard near the house you asked me If ^GI thought We ^Bmwould ever die And ^Dif life and love both fade so Pre^Adictably we've made ourselves A ^Gkind of Pre^Bmdictable lie.

So I ^Dpictured us like corpses Lying ^Aside by side in pieces In some ^Gdark and lonely plot, under a bough^Bm We ^Dlooked so silly there, all decomposed Half ^Aturned to dust, in tattered clothes Though we ^Gprobably look just as silly now^Bm.

Bye bye ^Gbye, bye, bye bye, to all this ^Ddog-eared ^Ainnocence I can't ^Gpretend that I can tell you what is ^Dgoing to happen ^Anext Or how to be^Bm But you have ^Dno ^Aid^Bmea '^About ^Gme Do you?^D

And it ^Dleft me to wonder if People ^Aever know each other, Or just ^Gstumble around like strangers In the ^Bmdark Because ^Dsometimes you seem so strange to me I ^Amust seem strange to you We're like two ^Gactors Playing our ^Bmparts.

Did you memo^Drise your lines? 'Cause I did Here's the ^Apart where I get so mad I ^Gtell you that I can't forget the ^Bmpast You get so ^Dquiet now and you seem somehow Like a ^Alost and lonely child And you just ^Ghope that the moment won't last^Bm.

Bye bye ^Gbye, bye, bye bye, to all this ^Ddog-eared ^Ainnocence I can't pre^Gtend that I can tell you what is ^Dgoing to happen ^Anext Or how to be^Bm But you have ^Dno ^Aid^Bmea '^About ^Gme You have ^Dno ^Aid^Bmea '^About ^Gme Do you?^D

Still there's ^Galways a way a^Bmround There's something ^Gtying our feet to the ^Dground A moment ^Apassed, we hear how it ^Bmsounds And then it ^Dseems a ^Alittle ^Bmless ^Apro^Gfound Like we're ^Dall ^Agoing the ^Bmsame ^Away ^Ddown Like we're ^Dall ^Agoing the ^Bmsame ^Away ^Ddown I'm just ^Dtrying ^Ato ^Bmwrite it ^Aall ^Ddown... 'Cause I write ^Dsongs and you write ^Aletters We are ^Gtied like two in ^Atethers and We ^Dtalk and read, and ^Alaugh and sleep At ^Gnight in bed to^Agether and You ^Dwake in tears some^Atimes, I can see the ^Gthoughts flash across your ^Aeyes They say, ^D"Darling will yo^Au be kind? Will you be a ^Ggood man and st^Aay behind, When I get ^Bmold?" And then the ^Gletters all pass ^Athrough my head With the ^Dwords that ^AI was ^Bmtold, About the ^Gfading flesh of ^Alife, and love, The ^Dfailures ^Aof the ^Bmbold. I could ^Glist each crippling ^Afear like I'm ^DReading ^Afrom a ^Bmwill. And I'll de^Dfy ^Aevery ^Bmone and ^Alove you ^Gstill I will ^Dcarry ^Ayou with ^Bmme up ^Aevery ^Ghill And if you ^Gdie before I ^Adie, I'll carve your ^Dname out ^Aof the ^Bmsky. I'll ^Gfall asleep with your ^Amemory, And ^Ddream of ^Awhere you ^Bmlie. Maybe ^Gbetter to move ^Aon and to let ^Dlife just carry ^Aon, And I may be ^Bmwrong. Still I'll ^Dtry. Because it's ^Gbetter to ^Alove, whether you ^Dwin, or ^Alose, or ^Bmdie. It's ^Gbetter to ^Alove, whether you ^Dwin, or ^Alose, or ^Bmdie. It's ^Gbetter to ^Alove, and I will ^Dlove you '^Atill I ^Bmdie.