One, two, three, four! C5 , G5 , F5 C5 , G5 , F5 , F5 A5 , G5 (no guitar during this part) I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove Which tagged me a na?ve son C5 So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights G5 F5 And they stuck up their noses and started some fights C5 Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands F5 F5 While my father was slaving, my mother explained it Am (wait a little bit then strum G real fast) Sometimes that's just how it is C5 So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy G5 F5 Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!" C5 G5 And the neighbourhood boys started buzzing with joy F5 F5 We finally had front-page news C5 Although it was sad, I couldn't help but laugh G5 F5 Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat C5 G5 I laid on my back, let the punk record spin F5 F5 The stomping guitar, it was shooting out stars A5 G5 F5 F5 It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark C5 F5 So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers C5 F5 They stumbled and wavered, one called me his saviour C5 F5 They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial G5 F5 But I didn't feel them change Am , G ---don't miss this little interlude here--- C5 Then I met a man with a fist for a hand G5 F5 Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in C5 G5 Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed F5 F5 The gift of a fat-lipped grin C5 Now they're drilling my teeth while I'm soiling sheets G5 F5 With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings C5 G5 And even when truth doesn't help with the sting F5 F5 Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour A5 G5 You pull them out, feel they're changed F5 F5 No need for a thousand cranes C5 F5 So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning C5 F5 The friends that I have and the shoes we?re not shining C5 F5 The drunk horn?s so violent, all spinning out sounds G --- it sounds like there is no chord change here, but I am not sure --- But the colour?s so vibrant , the colour?s so loud C5 F5 The newly-born crying realizing what life is C5 F5 In the eyes of my grandpa, the right people dying C5 F5 The see-saw of love, its rickety bounce G -- again with no chord change?? -- The feeling of coming, the feeling of going D5 G5 The mother, the child, the tame and the wild D5 G5 The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire D5 G5 The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake F5 F5 Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams C5 F5 G5 Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river Sometimes you just can't hold back the river F5 G5 F5 G5 F5 G5 Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river end with F5 , F5 , A5
