Tom: A
Introdução: A
A
Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
D
The singer in the band made me want to cry
A
We're all inside our own heads now
D
We are leaving new friends, leaving this town
Bm D
And I wish you could be here with me
Bm D
I would show you off like a trophy
Bm D
The road it winds, it twists, it turns
A
Now my stomach burns
A
Once again, I'll be the foolish one
D
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
A
Don't you worry, don't get in a state
D
I don't believe in true love anyway
D Bm
Who's being pessimistic now?
D Bm
I could document this as our first and our last row
D Bm A
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm
A
I won't be seeing you for a long while
A
I hope it's not as long as a country mile
D
I feel lost...
A
I feel lost...