G5 C5
G5 C5 E5 D5  x2

       G5                              C5
I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too
        E5                           D5
I felt nothing when your flood came down
         G5                                 C5
Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
         E5                           D5
With my hands that never touched no ground

           A5            D5
When your talent is in numbers
        B5                E5 
Of the many times you've gone
         C5                        D5
I could lie I don't care about forgiving
                                         G5
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young


G5 C5 E5 D5  x2

             G5                           C5
And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red
           E5                      D5
While you think I'm on a loveless stray
         G5                           C5
In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
      E5                     D5
Explanations always written late

           A5                D5
When your talent curse the framing
        B5               E5
Of the crying you heard sung
         C5                              D5
I could lie I don't care about what's missing
                                         G5
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

G5 C5 E5 D5  x2

           E5       B5              C5          A5
With your train of thought always passing here
          E5      B5              C5         A5  
With its falling paint, and its broken gears
                   E5     B5             C5         A5  
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path
                       E5               D5         C5
And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord

       G5                              C5
I was more than just a terror, I was crying too
         E5                      D5
But you showed me in the gusts between
        G5                                C5
That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
        E5                  D5
Has no meaning no a ghost within

           A5          D5
When your talent is in hiding
           B5               E5
That your feeling's always wrong
   C5                        D5
I always want to bring you something
                                         G5
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

G5 C5 E5 D5  x2

           A5          D5
When your talent is in hiding
           B5               E5
That your feeling's always wrong
   C5                        D5
I always want to bring you something
                                        
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

(on "young", play this to the end)
C5 D5 E5 B5 C5 A5 E5 B5 C5 G5 E5 G5 C5 C5 E5 G5 C5 G5