Tono: D
Introducción:
G C
I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too
Em D
I felt nothing when your flood came down
G C
Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
Em D
With my hands that never touched no ground
Am D
When your talent is in numbers
Bm Em
Of the many times you've gone
C D
I could lie I don't care about forgiving
G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
G C
And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red
Em D
While you think I'm on a loveless straight
G C
In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
Em D
Explanations always written late
Am D
When your talent curse the framing
Bm Em
Of the crying you heard sung
C D
I could lie I don't care about what's missing
G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
Em Bm C Am
With your train of thought always passing here
Em Bm C Am
With its falling paint, and its broken gears
Em Bm C Am
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path
Em D C
And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord
G C
I was more than just a terror, I was crying too
Em D
But you showed me in the gusts between
G C
That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
Em D
Has no meaning nor a ghost within
Am D
When your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
That your feeling's always wrong
C D
I always want to bring you something
G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
Am D
When your talent is in hiding
Bm Em
That your feeling's always wrong
C D
I always want to bring you something
G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young