The Good Life - The moon red handed

^Emtell me, dear, is there anything you'd ^Bmlike to hear? ^B one last song before we ^Emdisappear? some ^Ambroken hearted ^Bballad ^Cbuilt for two.

^Emby the way, it seems my notebooks have ^Bmbeen misplaced ^B those scribbled poetries of ^Emyesterday they've ^Amno more effect on ^Bme, those ^Amdead fee^Blings

^Amthe songs ^Dwe don’^Emt sing are the hardest to^Am hear. words ^Dleft un^Emsaid, words we wish we'd forg^Amet. the guilt ^Dslips from our l^Emips, confessions ^Chidden be^Bhind eyelids. would you look me in the ^Ceye ^Bm and tell me ^C does the moon weep at ^Bmdawn? ^C his brilliance ex^Bmposed ^C by a fierce and burning ^Bmsun. ^Amthe songs ^Dwe don't ^Emsing we don't want to ^Amhear. words ^Dleft un^Emsaid well, they're only words ^Am we lick the ^Dguilt form our ^Emlips, we make con^Cfessions from ^Bfertile hips and never look them in the ^Ameye^D. ^Em