Tom: D
D G D G
A
Well we haven't got all night
Em
Come on and raise a toast
G D
We're only one time aiming for the sun
A
Thought weâd be grinding all our gears
Em
Til we're giving up the ghost
G D
And grieving from the ties that we'd undone
G D
I'm still staring at the sky, like at the start
G D A
With all these heavy anchors on my heart
G D
But they don't suit me, babe, like before
G D
They don't suit me like they did before
G D
Always waving flags and waging wars
G D
But it don't suit me like before
G D
It don't suit me like before
A
Well folks like me and you
Em
We don't know how to call a truce
G D
And when we canât lose the fight, we just lose touch
A
So we sit comparing scars
Em
Strumming on the stars
G D
And leaning on the oldest, closest crutch
G D
Don't let me turn to dust to turn a phrase
D A
Could you help me wash these years off of my face?
G D
But they don't suit me, babe, like before
G D
They don't suit me like they did before
G D
Always waving flags and waging wars
G D
But it don't suit me like before
G D
It don't suit me like before
G D
I used to have a prisoner's point of view
G D A
Now I only care for being seen by you
G D
But they donâ't suit me, babe, like before
G D
They don't suit me like they did before
G D
Always waving flags and waging wars
G D
But it don't suit me like before
G D
It don't suit me like before
G D
But it don't suit me like before
G D
It don't suit me like before
