Youth by The Crookes. Standard tuning, no capo. Enjoy. E Abm With split lips, oh a smile can be hard. E A Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars. E Abm They made it clear from the very start, E A That pain lies beyond the cries of damned young hearts. B Dbm F#m E B Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow? E Abm Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights. E A Blood drips downs my knees...I'm sick of worthless fights. B Dbm F#m Does it show in my sullied smile that it's not my style? E B Time slows, let me go. E Abm But I just let things slide, Dbm In the glow of pale lights, A As our laughter splits the night. E Abm In time, I'll grow to find, Dbm That all we'll ever have, A Are blissful moments quickly passed. F#m It's obscene, B E They're so few and far between. E Abm I'll take solitude and I'll take calm. E A All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm). B Dbm Faith entwined all my deepest fears, F#m And my strange ideas, E Youth might be kind. E Abm But I just let things slide, Dbm In the glow of pale lights, A As our laughter splits the night. E Abm In time, I'll grow to find, Dbm That all we'll ever have, A Are blissful moments quickly passed. F#m It's obscene, B E They're so few and far between.