C# all chara b des go on for a ever.
e a
hands tied with fools pride.
C# in a slow b ly fleeing su a mmer.
e b a
just throw your hands up at the sky.
e b a
no use trying to explain this.
C# the clouds are b mirrors. i'm disgu a ised.
e b C#
i'm not all that entertaining.
e b a
the city looks the same
e b a
until you notice smaller changes.
C# it still kno b ws us all by n a ame.
e b
it holds us close to its heart
C# it holds us close b to its heart
a all my hopes are unalig b ned.
a this diagnosis is self-d b esigned. a
e a
northside. dead eyes.
C# all charad b es go on f a orever.
e a
hands tied with fools pride.
C# in a slow b ly fleeing s a ummer.
e b C# a
empty rooms don't have pictures to talk to.
e b C# a
brickwall views demand uninspired afternoons.
e b a
the days are flooding into months.
e b C#
the nights are staring into centuries.
a b e
i've got some older pictures
a b e C#
of people i see once every couple years.
a intrigued or una b mazed.
e C# b a
"you were so much different back in those days."
e b C#
and now this smile has a bitter curve.
e b a
now these eyes are unenchanted.
e b C# e
and all we see is a faded image of what we used to be.
e b a
how can we relate
e b C# a
when we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
e b C# a
when we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
e b C# a
when we don't know a thing about each other anymore?
e b C# a
when we don't know each other anymore?
e b C# b
is there a gesture i could use to clearly express
a b e
i'm at an utter loss for words.
Lawrence Arms
