The Last Goodnight - Pictures of you

This is^D the clock upon the wall This i^Gs the story of us all This is^Bm the first sound of a newborn child, ^GBefore he starts to crawl

This i^Ds the war that's never won This^G is a soldier and his gun This i^Bms the mother waiting by the phone, ^GPraying for her son

Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Hung upon^Bm your wall ^Gfor the world to see Pictur^Des of you, p^Aictures of me Remi^Bmnd us all ^Gof what we used to be

There^D is a drug that cures it all Blocked by the governmental wall We ar^Bme the scientists inside the lab, Just ^Gwaiting for the call This ^Dearthquake ^Dweather has got^D me shaking inside

Pictur^Des of you, p^Aictures of me Hung upon^Bm your wall ^Gfor the world to see Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Remi^Bmnd us all^G of what we used to be

Conf^Emess to ^Bmme, every ^Gsecret moment Ever^Dy stolen ^Apromise you believed Con^Emfess to^Bm me, all that^G lies between us All that l^Dies betwe^Aen you and me

We ar^De the boxers in the ring We are the bells that never sing There^Bm is a title we can't win no matter ^GHow hard we might swing

Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Hung upon^Bm your wall ^Gfor the world to see Pictur^Des of you, ^Apictures of me Re^Bmmind us a^Gll of what we could have been

Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Hung upon^Bm your wall ^Gfor the world to see Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Re^Bmmind us a^Gll of what we could have been

^Gcould have been ^Gwe could have been

Pictur^Des of you,^A pictures of me Re^Bmmind us a^Gll of what we could have been ^Gcould ^Ehave been