This song is pretty simple, and has Four chords.


     G     C     F     Am
e | ---3-----0-----0------0--------- | 
B | ---0-----1-----1------1--------- | 
G | ---0-----0-----2------2--------- | 
D | ---0-----2-----3------2--------- | 
A | ---2-----3-----3------0--------- | 
E | ---3-----x-----x------0--------- | 

Intro: In the intro you strum the C chord and play a little fill, it's easy.

e | ----0---------- | ----0----------- | 
B | ----1----1----- | ----1----1------ | 
G | ----0-0h2-2p0-- | ----0-0h2-2----- |     x2
D | ----2---------- | ----2----------- | 
A | --3-3---------- | --3-3----------- | 
E | ----x---------- | ----x----------- | 

The verse is mainly strumming the chord shown once and letting it ring.
    C                             Am                                  C
      Would it help to write a letter, as puddles turn to icy lakes? The
                                             Am
temperature is dropping; the temperature is dropping with every breath or
              C                                   Am
life it takes. And baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I guess it wouldn't be
           F                                     G
bad - if street lights and the cold nights in between - were all we ever had.



((Intro) If you don't want to do the fill you can just play C for 3 beats and F twice on 
the fourth. Listen to the song for clarity.)


 C                          Am                                          C
    Simultaneous maps of cities, states of heart, or the heart of states. And
                                  Am                               C
I keep on hoping, and I keep on asking to stay awake or hibernate. And maybe,
                               Am
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, our marks can make it through the snow.
   F                              G                     Am
But even words can wither in the frost, if all we ever know is this beating
C                     G                                         F
pulse that slows to less than one beat per minute before the spring thaw. Do
            Am                               C                        G
we measure days or years? Or are we tired of waiting? And is it a luxury, or
                       F
survival, or all that we have?

Play the intro Fill for a few measure to end it.

Good luck, thanks.