Tom: G
Introdução:
G
On the my first trip to the coast
Am
Through the backseat window
G
The evergreen shadows reminded me of home
Am
Now they remind me of us sitting close
C Am
When I'm crying with the ghosts
C
Crying with the ghosts
Bm C
It's mostly sky
G
It's mostly leaving town I guess
Am
Never thought I'd be such a mess
I confess I know the consequence
Bm Am
I loved you but I lost you to silence
G
And now I'm losing my breath
Am
Just from counting up weekends
C Am
When I'm crying with the ghosts
C
Crying with the ghosts
Bm
The world is mostly sky
Em
The place we leave
D
And when we don't leave
Bm C
Walking where the dead gather in the fog
Em D
I saw you through it
Bm C
I can see ya through it