Standard (EADGBE)

Did you expect it all to stop

at the wave of your hand?

Like the suns just gonna drop

if it's night you demand.

Well, in the dark were just air

so the house might dissolve.

once were gone, who's is gonna care

if we were ever here at all?

Well, summers gonna come

it's gonna cloud our eyes again.

no need to focus

when there's nothing that's worth seeing.

So we trade liquor for blood

in an attempt to tip the scales.

I think you lost what you loved

in that mess of details.

They seemed so important at the time

but now you can't even recall

any names, faces, or lines.

Its more the feeling of it all.

Well, winter is going to end and

I'm gonna clean these veins again.

So close to dying that I finally can

start living.