Tom:
Introdução: F7+ G4 Am F7+ G4 Am
F
I walked past cracked top-floor windows and boarded-up doors,
G4 Am F
Past rubble and ruin and bits of the floor on the street.
G4
Every blank brick tagged with huffers and heat,
Am F
And an overwhelming sense that you'd been beaten.
G4
The air it hung heavy with humid humility,
Am F
Every half sentence inept of ability,
G4
To properly explain the pain and the hurt.
Am F7+
The way things are now and the way things were.
C
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
C
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
F
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
C
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
C2 C
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
F
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
F C
I'll always have your ink under my...
C Am C
F
And on the dead grass and leaves and assorted debris,
G4 Am
I sit and I toss back some malt memories,
F
Of you calling my name from the top of the city,
G4 Am
Telling me when I tried to believe
F
That what still lives in me
G4
Is selfless and sacred not selfish and mean.
Am F
So I slink back into the dark district, meet up with friends
G4 Am
And drink myself sick from the things that I've said.
F
To what lives under my skin, and what passes my lips,
G4 Am
And how my left shoulder hurts when the temperature drips.
C
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
C
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
F
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
C
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
C2 C
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
F
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
F C
I'll always have your ink under my...
C Am F C
C Am F C
Our lives revolve around forged signatures and luck.
C Am F C
Our lives are funded by five-dollar door charges and love.
C Am F C
Our lives revolve around forged signatures and luck.
C Am F C
Our lives are funded by five-dollar door charges and love.
C
And it's hard not to know when your time is up,
C
But it's harder admitting you've had enough,
F
And after everything we shared I still care so much about you.
C
But we've been watching something great bloat and stagnate,
C2 C
And our best years liquor up and limp away.
F
As hard as it is now scrapping hope for this house and this family,
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.
F
I'll always have your ink under my skin.