Ryan Adams

I found your photograph, in a cardboard box, in a magazine.
I can't remember you, remember us, or anything
I taught you how to feel but you just feel numb
They taught you how to feel but you just feel numb
G C* F
She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
When it's over When it's over
When it's over it's over...
I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars
I can't remember the last time that it was yours
I taught you how to feel why do you feel numb?
They taught us how to feel but we just feel numb
G C* F
She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
When it's over When it's over
When it's over it's over...
G C* F
She falls apart in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
When it's over When it's over
When it's over it's over...