Tom: F#
Gb B Db
It's hard to think this eve of parting
Gb B Db
Turns to sand of summer gone
Gb Bbm Ebm Db
When both our minds are warped with parting
Gb B Db
Break the thought of nights alone
Gb B Db
Maybe I should turn in silence
Gb Bbm Abm Db
Tell myself I didn't care
Gb Ebm Db
Curse the thought of your existence
Gb B Db
Loving every flaxon hair
Abm
Flesh cries out, "Don't move don't leave me"
Db
Conscience runs till out of breath
Gb Ebm Db
Sunrise pregnant with your leaving
B Db
Creeping in like certain death
Gb Bbm Db
The pattern of the bird of love
Gb B Db
That's wheelin' on its dizzy way
Gb Bbm Ebm Db
Tears me down to basic sorrow
Gb B Db
Useless for another day
Gb Db
It's hard to think this eve of parting
Gb Eb Abm Db
Turns to sand of summer gone
Gb Ebm Db
When both our minds are warped with parting
Gb B Db
Break the thought of nights alone
Abm Db
Flesh cries out, "Don't move don't leave me"
Abm Db
Conscience runs till out of breath
Gb Ebm Db
Sunrise pregnant with your leaving
Gb B Db
Creeping in like certain death
