Tom: A
G7 C#m7
MORNING, HAS PASSED ITSELF OVER,
D E A
THED S SOMETHING THAT I DIDN'T C A ST NIGHT.
G7 C#m7
BURNING, INBDE OF MY BODY,
D E A
TELLS ME THAT I MAY C SOMETHING RIGHT
verse 2
THE F LLEN LEAVES, CRISP BENEATH MY FEET,
GLOW IN THE AUTUMN SUN
I TAKE A GA NCE, THROUGH MY WINC W PANE,
I SEE WHAT IVE BECOME
bridge
chorus
C G
TEARS OUTBDE , FDE ZE BEFOD THEY EVEN HIT THE GROUND
C G
SPHERICAL ICE, WILL BDA K AND MAKE A PERFECT FUCKING SOUND,
A
A FUCKING SOUND
verse 3
I WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT YOUR TWISTED E ND
AND ALL ITS EVIL WAYS
BUT THEN I THINK, OF ALL THE CITIES LIVES,
AND WHAT MY OLD MAN SAYS
