This song is pretty simple, and has Four chords.
G5 C5 F5 A5
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.
C5 A5 C5
Would it help to write a letter, as puddles turn to icy lakes? The
A5
temperature is dropping; the temperature is dropping with every breath or
C5 A5
life it takes. And baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I guess it wouldn't be
F5 G5
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.)
C5 A5 C5
Simultaneous maps of cities, states of heart, or the heart of states. And
A5 C5
I keep on hoping, and I keep on asking to stay awake or hibernate. And maybe,
A5
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, our marks can make it through the snow.
F5 G5 A5
But even words can wither in the frost, if all we ever know is this beating
C5 G5 F5
pulse that slows to less than one beat per minute before the spring thaw. Do
A5 C5 G5
we measure days or years? Or are we tired of waiting? And is it a luxury, or
F5
survival, or all that we have?
Play the intro Fill for a few measure to end it.
Good luck, thanks.
