Tom: Am
Am F
We are all sufferers of love
C
Waiting for the rains to come
G
Hoping they flood away the pain
Am F
Some stable, some not safe to say
C
But were all wishing death would call would scream
G
Out each and every name
Am F C
So here I am, praying for the rains to come
G
Hoping they flood away the pain
Am F
With the smell of smoke and plastic gin
C
Washed over my head and past my knees
G Am
I slowly wait to be erased
Am
Am F
We are all like specks of dust that happen
C G
To collect in the same shining ray of sun
Am
And the golden hue that cast right
F
Through some old man's living room
C G
While he sits all alone in overtones
Am F
Accents of smoke and nicotine
C
A calming subtlety to compliment the clipper ships
G
And the paintings he has hung
Am F
Well we all float and live by chance
C
He just sits and stares and laughs at
G
The shadows we create
Am
and then you leave
Am
Then you leave F
(Then you leave)
C
Just like god when he abandoned all of us
G
With the punishment of love
Am
And then you leave
F
And the devil feeds misery
(Then you leave)
C G
Apparent to our loves so it will settle in our lungs
Am
Then you leave
F
Then you leave
C
Then you leave
G
Then you leave
Am
Then you leave
F
Then you leave
C
Then you leave
G
Then you leave
