The Airborne Toxic Event - The graveyard near the house

^CThe other day, when we were walking by the^Cadd9 graveyard near the house, You asked me^G if I thought we would ever di^Ame. ^CAnd if life and love both fade so pre^Cadd9dictably, We've made ourselves ^Ga kind of predictable ^Amlife. And so I^C pictured us like corpses, lying side by si^Cadd9de in pieces, In some ^Gdark and lonely blood under a bow. ^Am We looked s^Co silly there, all decomposed, half t^Cadd9urned to dust, In tattered clothes, but we proba^Gbly look just as silly no^Amw. Bye bye^C bye bye, bye bye to all this do^Cadd9gged innocence. I can't^G pretend that I can tell you what is^F going to happen next, Or ho^Amw to be. ^CBu^Cmaj9t you h^Amave ^Gno^F idea about me, do you^C? And it ^Cleft me to wonder if people will ^Cadd9ever know each other By jus^Gt stumbling around like strangers in t^Amhe dark. 'Ca^Cuse sometimes you seem so strange to me, ^Cadd9I must seem strange to you. We're like t^Gwo actors playing our ^Amparts. Did you^C memorize your lines? 'Cause I did. Here's the pa^Cadd9rt where I get so mad, I ^Gtell you I can't forget the ^Ampast. You get s^Co quiet now, and you seem, somehow, Li^Cadd9ke a lost and lonely child. And you just^G hope that the moment won't last^Am. Bye by^Ce bye bye, bye bye to all this dogg^Cadd9ed innocence. I ^Gcan't pretend that I can tell you what ^Fis going to happen next, Or h^Amow to be. ^CBu^Cmaj9t you h^Amave ^Gno^F idea about me. ^CYou^Cmaj9 have n^Amo id^Gea ^Fabout me, d^Co you? So th^Fere's always a way aro^Cund. There^F's something tying our feet to t^Che ground, A mo^Fment passed, we hate how it soun^Amds. ^CAnd^Cmaj9 it see^Amms a^G li^Fttle less profound, ^CLik^Cmaj9e we're^Am all^G go^Fing the same way down. ^CYea^Cmaj9h we're^Am all^G go^Fing the same way down, ^CI'm^Cmaj9 just t^Amryin^Gg t^Fo write it all down. 'Cause I w^Crite songs, and you write letters, ^G We are ^Ftied like two, in tethers. ^G And we^F talk and read, and laugh ^Gand sleep, at nig^Fht in bed, together.^G And^F you wake in tear^Gs sometimes, I can s^Fee the thoughts fla^Gsh across your eyes. They ^Fsay "Darling, will you be ki^Gnd? Will you be a good ^Fman, and stay b^Gehind if I get old?^Am" And then the^F letters all pass^G through my head, ^CWit^Cmaj9h the words^Am that I was told, Abou^Ft the fading flesh of life ^Gand love, ^Cthe^Cmaj9 failur^Ames of the bold. I ca^Fn list each crippli^Gng fear l ^Cike^Cmaj9 I'm readi^Amng from a will. An^Cd I^Cmaj9'll defy^Am eve^Gryo^Fne and love you still, I ^Cwil^Cmaj9l carry ^Amyou ^Gwit^Fh me up every hill. And if^C you die before ^GI die, I'll carve ^Cyou^Cmaj9r name out o^Amf the sky, I'^Fll fall asleep wi^Gth your memory and^C dr^Cmaj9eam of where y^Amou lie. It ^Fmay be better to move on^G, and to let life ^Cjust carry on, ^G And I may be^Am wrong. But still^C, I'll try. 'Ca^Fuse it's better t^Go love whether you wi^Cn o^Cmaj9r lose ^Amor die, Ye^Fah, It's better to^G love whether you win^C or^Cmaj9 lose o^Amr die. It^F's better to love,^G and I will^C love^Cmaj9 you 'til I di^Ame. ^C