Capo 4th fret
Standard (EADGBE)
far from the shore...
where we once saw it all...
but we're all two feet taller now.
I still hear you talking...
from over the wall.
the scenes from our childhood...
the same corridors...
Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh
Born in a crash,
burning to hell,
but the memory plays tricks on us.
What's not to tell?
Well you can't be forlorn
for it's not goodbye.
just the changing of color now
'til I get it right.
and I will hold on to those moments we had.
and I will hold on to those moments we had.
We're six feet below
the view from our town.
Burying our promises
and finding new ground.
And there is a well
far from the shore
and I'd give it all
to feel like I never left.
and I will hold on to those moments we had.
and I will hold on to those moments we had.