Chords
Four Seasons

Key: C

Introduction:

             C(strum                                          Em                         C  
When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt
C                 F                                                                                                  Dm  
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans
Dm                                                                 C  
And I won't wanna talk about it.
mess around with these chords during the break
C  F  Dm  G  C  
C                                                                        Em  
What you prise from 'tween my fingers,
Em                 C                                                                                     F                                                     Dm  
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue, a love life under two shadows.
                                                     Dm                      C  
But you don't wanna talk about it.
Am                                                              G                                                            C  
The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by
(I love you more than ever)
Am                                                 G                                              C  
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides
(I love you more than ever)
Am                                            G                                 C  
And when I lay you down we'll be beneath,
(I love you more than ever)
Am                                              G                                         C  
duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets.
(I love you more than ever)
                Dm                                            Am                                              Em                                         C  
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
          Dm                         Am                                            Em                              C  
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.
                Dm                                            Am                                              Em                                         C  
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
          Dm                         Am                                            Em                              C  
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.
                Dm                                            Am                                              Em                                         C  
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead.
          Dm                         Am                                            Em                              C  
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head.
C                                                                             Em  
As you bathe the stains from my skin
Em      C                                                                                F                                                  Dm  
Only dirt is washed away, cos all the bad lays far more deep
                                                             Dm                         C  
Please, I don't wanna talk about it.