Standard (EADGBE)

The run-down streets, the civil wars

you don't go there anymore

it's how you used to live

the trampled hopes, the made-up laws

the itchy feet, the pub quiz bores

it's so hard to forgive

all sweet things

all sweet things will come again

all sweet things come again

weekend slimmers count their chains

still wanting someone else to blame

you watch them come and go

empty nightclub escapades

they tell you more than words can say

that open doors get closed

all sweet things

all sweet things will come again

all sweet things come again

the empty rooms, the empty house

someday soon you'll work it out

still finding the way back home

the schoolyard ghosts, the playtime fears

you take your pills they disappear

the people that you've known

all sweet things

all sweet things will come

all sweet things

all sweet things will come

when the heartbeat slows

all sweet things

when the silence grows

when the heartbeat slows

all sweet things will come

when the silence grows