Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

, play major

, play major

, play minor

, play major

/, play

2. I prefer to play a Fsus4 instead of an F, but it's personal taste.

Intro

x2

Verse

[Pretty Much Repeat F Eb to Gm the whole verse, except for the last time play F to Eb.

Look below for timing]

I was starting to shake

From the days I've been up

There's a lot on my plate

And the ones I loved stopped answering

They left me to find my self

In my own hate

I work all alone with a cynical taste

And the day I get out

Is the day I'll be made

I was cut out of stone

And carved with a blade

Head down with all of my hardships

There's nothing too strong

That I cant face

Don't stop 'till you finally have it

It should be more like a habit

Chorus

[Repeat Bb F Gm to Eb the whole Chorus, see below for timing]

Come down,

All the fighting's over

I let you breathe your own air

I will set my arms down in a corner

When I turn around

You will tell me how you're up now

From your dream of clovers

Said, "not a thing will compare

To the sense you give me, and disorder

When you turn around

And I can't breathe"

Verse

[This verse is kind of wierd, it requires a little bit of memorization]

There wasn't a trace

Of the war letting up

And the days went on late

I struggled

And I fell to solid ground

It led me to my escape

Now here I am outside of your gate

I was hoping you could

Chorus

again

Come down,

All the fighting's over

I let you breathe your own air

I will set my arms down in a corner

When I turn around

You will tell me how you're up now

From your dream of clovers

Said, "not a thing will compare

To the sense you give me, and disorder

When you turn around

And I can't breathe"

Bridge

[Listen to the song to get this part]

Well, I came to say sorry

I shouldn't have left

But my bitterness got to me

Before you did

And now I'm laying in gardens

Where we start over again

I know that you got me

And this is it

Chorus

Repeat . End on .

Come down,

All the fighting's over

I let you breathe your own air

I will set my arms down in a corner

When I turn around

You will tell me how you're up now

From your dream of clovers

Said, "not a thing will compare

To the sense you give me, and disorder

When you turn around

And I can't breathe"