Standard (EADGBE)

x2

I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too

I felt nothing when your flood came down

Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong

With my hands that never touched no ground

When your talent is in numbers

Of the many times you've gone

I could lie I don't care about forgiving

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red

While you think I'm on a loveless stray

In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong

Explanations always written late

When your talent curse the framing

Of the crying you heard sung

I could lie I don't care about what's missing

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

With your train of thought always passing here

With its falling paint, and its broken gears

It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path

And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord

I was more than just a terror, I was crying too

But you showed me in the gusts between

That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path

Has no meaning no a ghost within

When your talent is in hiding

That your feeling's always wrong

I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

When your talent is in hiding

That your feeling's always wrong

I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

(on "young", play this to the end)