Intro:
G C 
G C Em D  (2x) 

       G                              C 
I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too 
        Em                           D 
I felt nothing when your flood came down 
         G                                 C 
Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong 
         Em                           D 
With my hands that never touched no ground 

           Am            D 
When your talent is in numbers 
        Bm                Em  
Of the many times you've gone 
         C                        D 
I could lie I don't care about forgiving 
                                         G 
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young 


G C Em D  (2x) 

             G                           C 
And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red 
           Em                      D 
While you think I'm on a loveless stray 
         G                           C 
In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong 
      Em                     D 
Explanations always written late 

           Am                D 
When your talent curse the framing 
        Bm               Em 
Of the crying you heard sung 
         C                              D 
I could lie I don't care about what's missing 
                                         G 
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young 

G C Em D  (2x) 

           Em       Bm              C          Am 
With your train of thought always passing here 
          Em      Bm              C         Am   
With its falling paint, and its broken gears 
                   Em     Bm             C         Am   
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path 
                       Em               D         C 
And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord 

       G                              C 
I was more than just a terror, I was crying too 
         Em                      D 
But you showed me in the gusts between 
        G                                C 
That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path 
        Em                  D 
Has no meaning no a ghost within 

           Am          D 
When your talent is in hiding 
           Bm               Em 
That your feeling's always wrong 
   C                        D 
I always want to bring you something 
                                         G 
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young 

G C Em D  (2x) 

           Am          D 
When your talent is in hiding 
           Bm               Em 
That your feeling's always wrong 
   C                        D 
I always want to bring you something 
                                         
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young 

(on "young", play this to the end) 
C D Em Bm C Am Em Bm C G Em G C C Em G C G