D D A G D D A G D D A G green takes the leaves D snow takes the sea A G D it reminded me how awful things can be A G D trying to recall your tiny voice A G D till the fever breaks it's all that I can hear A G D counting down the numbers of the days A G D was it the same amount of roses on your grave A G D finally I brought myself to sing these words A G D after the snow you can finally see A G D if you could be the trees I would be your leaves G A D Bm after she died, we decided to believe G A D that her favorite color was probably green G A D Bm on the day she died, in our hearts we did believe G A D that her favorite color was probably green