Tom: A
[Intro] A E
A
If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season
E
Of the fallen leaves
A
And if the days grew shorter
And the darkness drew its order
E
From the autumn grey
D Dm A
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead
D Dm A
My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed
D Dm
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the
A F#m
Day away instead
B E
To worry about the emptiness that comes
(A D Dm)
(A D Dm A)
A
If ever there's a need to watch the afternoon just roll into
E
The evening sky
A
Find comfort in the finer things that keep you close that keep you safe
E
Within this room
D A E
When it comes down to me
D A E
And I grit my teeth
D A E
And I start to stall
D A E
When it comes down to me
(A)
If ever there's a reason to be swept up in the season
E
Of the fallen leaves
A
And if the days grew shorter
And the darkness drew its order
E
From the autumn grey
D Dm A
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the day away instead
D Dm A
My weary eyes a bit too slow indeed
D Dm
I'd rather sit this out and sleep the
A F#m
Day away instead
B E
To worry about the emptiness that comes
[Final] A D Dm
