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.