Tom: E
Introdução:
E
Wait! Won't you stop running? I've been smoking all too much
E G#m A
Taste the blood pool in my mouth as I try to catch up
E G#m A
Fade my head floats wildly as everything starts to rust
E G#m A F# A F#m
Take a breath and choke upon this wandering wander-lust
A E
Woah-oh oh oh oh ooooooo
G#m A
The can collectors seem to know us better when we're
F#m E C#m
Singing about those days
G#m A G#m A
And I can't remember where I found your letters but they're
F#m A B
Drifting as ashes away
oh woah oh oh oh oh oh oh
E G#mA
verse 2
E G#m A
Grace, push every ounce of your air into my dead lungs
E G#m A
Tear me from the hell to which I could never succumb
E G#m A
Wail with all your might on my bones to sober me up
E G#m A F#m A F#m A G#m F#mE
Stare directly in to that burning Ossington sun
E C#m
Pull out my heart just for
G#m A G#m A
The can collectors seem to know us better when we're
F#m E C#m
Singing about those days
G#m A G#m A
And I can't remember where I found your letters but they're
F#m E B A
Drifting as ashes away, away
This part's kind of tricky and random. and for that, I'll put into tab-form.
G#m A G#m A
The can collectors seem to know us better when we're
F#m E C#m
Singing about those days
G#m A G#m A
And I can't remember where I found your letters but they're
F#m E B
Drifting as ashes away
B
oh woah oh oh.
A
Woah oh oh oh oh oh. YEAH!