Standard (EADGBE)
My heads been built for destruction
Your thoughts wrapped around my thumb
It burns me down like a sweet song
It brings me round and keeps me numb
It keeps you cool for the part time
It drives the blood to the bone
I dread all of these faces
To be walking home alone
Hold your cards to your chest and they'll keep you warm
and my hand upon your shoulder is only worse when im gone
when im gone
My hands were built for rejection
your not too tired to get enough
you havent learnt in the best times
it comes around but you stay numb
your heading straight to the backline
cant baby a feeling anymore
i never joined with your old fires
I never will cause they've gone cold
Hold your cards to your chest and they'll keep you warm
and my hand upon your shoulder is only worse when im gone
when im gone