Cifras
Four Seasons

Tom: C

Introdução:

           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                                                      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.