Intro: G  D F#m (2x) 
       Bm  D F#m  (2x) 
 

Verse 1:
 
G 
  It's getting cold 
               D 
Thought it was too soon to  
                A 
tell but it was terribly old  
           A    F#/Bb 
and as the heartbeat  
 Bm        Em   D    F# 
slows to a heartless crawl 
G 
  The lights went out The lights  
     D                A 
went out and darkness filled the  
         A F#/Bb Bm 
house on tiring  night  
             Em D     F# Edim    
under a Long Is land sky 



[Refrão]
 
Bm                             Em 
  I thought I'd known the consequence 
but sweetness can you believe  
     A 
this? This mess we've made of it 
D                 F# 
  This mess we've made of it 
Bm 
  In years to come it might  
     Em 
make sense but sweetness 
did you believe this? 
A 
  Just what's become of it? 
D          F#         Bm   
  What's become of it? 


Verse 2:
 
G 
  If you hear this and  
    D 
you think you're ready 
     A          A  F#/Bb Bm 
then meet me in Montauk  where  
                Em D   F# 
we'll write out in the sand 
G                          D 
  Here lies the destiny of 2  
            A           A     F#/Bb Bm 
hurt souls afraid to be cured a     gain 
                  Em D F#  (hold) 
That could be our e  pitaph 



[Refrão]

Bm                             Em 
  I thought I'd known the consequence 
but sweetness can you believe  
     A 
this? This mess we've made of it 
D                 F# 
  This mess we've made of it 
Bm 
  In years to come it might  
     Em 
make sense but sweetness 
did you believe this? 
A 
  Just what's become of it? 
D          F# 
  What's become of it? 


Breakdown: Bm  A  C  F#  (2x) 

Guitar Solo: Bm  A  G  F#   (2x) F#   



[Refrão]
 
Bm                             Em 
  I thought I'd known the consequence 
but sweetness can you believe  
     A 
this? This mess we've made of it 
D                 F# 
  This mess we've made of it 
Bm 
  In years to come it might  
     Em 
make sense but sweetness 
did you believe this? 
A 
  what's become of it? 
D          F#            F# 
  What's become of it? I know 

 
Bm                             Em 
  I thought I'd known the consequence 
but sweetness can you believe  
     A 
this? This mess we've made of it 
D                 F# 
  This mess we've made of it 
Bm 
  In years to come it might  
     Em 
make sense but sweetness 
did you forsee this? 
A 
  Just what's become of it? 
D          F#        Bm 
  What's become