The Tragic Thrills - The garden

^CYou tend to the garden, ^AmIll trim the weeds ^CThe vines grew tall but theres ^Amsome beauty underneath ^CMay not be much but its ^Ameverything we need Its o^Curs and tha^Amts enough for me

^CYears fly by ^AmOr rot my ^Fteeth ^CWe all want an endless love ^AmTo keep away the ^Faging ^CAn endless love ^AmNo endless s^Fleep Our^C hearts will stay alive ^Amafter our ^Fbodies leave

^AmSit on these steps and ^Ftouch the paint ^AmSo both our ghosts remember,^F dont cry ^AmEtch our names into the^F wood ^AmSo all our words will l^Finger on ^AmLike the rake and^F the spade ^AmIn the garden that we m^Fade ^AmIt was a garden right h^Fere, forever ^C

^CI used to wonder how ^AmI would fill the years ^CA life is too long if th^Ameres no love for you to share ^CSo when I met you, ^AmI finally felt fear ^CBecause I never want ^Amthis to end ^CWe lay in bed late and^Am talk of life and death ^COf all the poets who^Am laid their minds to rest ^CThe questions always, ^Amwhat happens next' ^CAnd its a sore subject (^Amjust bones and flesh)

^CYears fly by ^AmOr rot my ^Fteeth ^CWe all want an endless love ^AmTo keep away the ^Faging ^CAn endless love ^AmNo endless s^Fleep Our^C hearts will stay alive ^Amafter our ^Fbodies leave

^AmSit on these steps and ^Ftouch the paint ^AmSo both our ghosts remember,^F don't cry ^AmEtch our names into the^F wood ^AmSo all our words will l^Finger on ^AmLike the rake and^F the spade ^AmIn the garden that we m^Fade ^AmIt was a garden right h^Fere, forever ^C

^CYears fly by ^AmOr rot my ^Fteeth ^CWe all want an endless love ^AmTo keep away the ^Faging ^CAn endless love ^AmNo endless s^Fleep Our^C hearts will stay alive ^Amafter our ^Fbodies leave

^CAn endless love ^AmNo endless s^Fleep Our^C hearts will stay alive ^Amafter our ^Fbodies leave

^AmLike the rake and^F the spade ^AmIn the garden that we m^Fade ^AmIt was a garden right h^Fere, forever ^C