Tom: E
C
Well, its just the fault of circumstance
F
The game of youth, the threat of chance
C G C
And I cant seem to find another way
C
To justify my loss of words
F
But some day, they say Ill be cured
C G C
But, be assured Ill always be this way
F G
And we all suffer guilt and shame
F C
In the frame of skin and bones
F C
Little one, youre not alone
Em F C
I think its time you stepped out of the shade
F G
But who among your chosen ones
F C
Am I to be so bold?
F C
To the one who cant be told?
Em F C
No dont, believe, a single thing I say
C
But I recall that night right well
F
We stood the streets while darkness fell
C G C
Said, you could tell I had something to say
C
Well I tried to leave but you said no
F
That eventually we all must go
C G C
So we search the town to find out why we stay
F G
And now the days are growing thin
F C
And the leaves litter the streets
F C
And the fog infests my sheets
Em F C
And we are each to scared to even greet the day
F G
And all those resolutions
F C
Unfulfilled,I will soon repeat
F C
Cant escape my own deceit
Em F C
Oh, I do intend to meet myself someday
C
And it sickens me to see you now
F
With your pursed lips and your purchase crowd
C G C
Spouting out self-evidence as proof
C
But you are virtue, you are why
F
Mothers weep and young men die
C G C
For just the sight of the pyrite of your tomb
F G
But what shames me the most my dear
F C
Is the hate you left behind
F C
In the shallows of my mind
Em
And the cold out lines
F C
Where once you used to lay
F G
So Ill pour out this parting glass
F C
And attempt to wash my hands
F C
Of what your memory demands
Em F C
No, I never planned for things to end this way
