Tono: A
Introducción: Bm F#m E
B F#m
We've run out of reasons
D A
Losing sight of what it's supposed to be
B F#m D A
A part time believer to truth
B F#m
Somehow conceded
D A B
This sense of self evasive solitude
F#m D A
It means way too much to me
E
And I hope you know how lucky you are
D A E
Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony
D A E
I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones
D A E
See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
D A E
So I could show him all the chords that I've learned
D A E
See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
D A E
Some kind of simple understated life
D A E
But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory
D A E
And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh
B F#m
It's been way too long
D A B
It seems that I can celebrate my meaning
F#m D A
For I am too young, too warm
B F#m
The fib while it leans
D A
It pulls and it pushes me
B F#m D A
Till I wither, till I wither, till I wither
E
And I hope you know how lucky you are
D A E
Oh, I remember sitting back on my balcony
D A E
I was a-listening to the Rolling Stones
D A E
See I was waiting for my dad to come home from work
D A E
So I could show him all the chords that I've learned
D A E
See I was under the impression I was gonna lead
D A E
Some kind of simple understated life
D A E
But now I'm living in the shadows of a memory
D A E
And I hope so, man I hope so, oh oh oh
Bm D
No, you dare
A Bm
You run like a lion to defend your senses
Bm D A Bm
Even though it seems it cuts to the core
Bm F#m E
It's not the same my friend no more