Tom: G
G C G C G G
Now that you’re gone things don’t seem the same
C G G
I may just have to give them different names
D
Like soaking wet blanket for the sky
G C G
And faded black stars for your eyes
G C G C G C G
Middle ArrArr…
G C G
Now that you’re gone things don’t look the same
C G
As if the picture’s found another frame
D
Memories alone must take care
G C G
The wind doesn’t mess up your hair
G C G C G C G
Middle ArrArr…
G C G D C G G
Death is just the moment when the dying ends
G C G D C G G
Death is just the moment when the dying ends
G C G G C G
When the dying ends
