Gm Bb F C
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B|-----3-----3-----1-----5-----|
Gm Bb
I recall once on the church steps,
F
When I moved to kiss your chest,
C
How we paid such close attention
Gm
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
Bb
I should've stopped to paint our picture,
F
Captured honest pure affection,
C
Just to document the difference
Gm
between attraction and connection.
Gm Bb
I can see all of my friends and
F
I break into empty buildings,
F
When the coast was clear,
C
With backpacks full of beer,
Gm
We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops
Bb
At this city-it looked endless.
F
Guess I still don't see the difference
C Gm
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.
Gm Bb
And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
F
With all these stranger boys and girls,
C
“We'll change the world!” We sang,
Gm
“We'll change the world!” But,
Gm
Nothing seems to change and
Bb
They say none of them will listen,
F C
But I still see much more power in that basement
Gm
than in heartless politicians.
Gm Bb
And if we get beaten by this winter,
F
If we get strangled by regret, just
C
Let our love of life and tension
Gm
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Bb
Have them lay us in a basement,
F
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
C
Say we couldn't tell the difference
C Gm
between the feeling and the sound.
Bb
Remember not our faulty pieces,
F
Remember not our rusted parts,
C
It's not the petty imperfections that define us but
Gm
The way we hold our hearts,
Bb
And the way we hold our heads,
F
I hope they write your names beside mine
C
on my gravestone when I'm dead.
Gm Bb
And when we're dead let our voices carry on
Bb
To find a better song.
F C
