Passing Days

Intro Chords:  A  D     F#m A D.


F#m               A           D
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
F#m               A            D
In a dingy bar where romances are born
F#m               A            D
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
A                 E            D           A
But no country road could ever take us home

F#m                     A                 D
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
F#m                      A                D
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
F#m                       A                D
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A         E         D
Let it go let it go let it go

A         A/G#         F#m       E       D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A         A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m          E         D
But that was so long ago

A                   E           F#m          D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
Continúa después del anuncio
A           E       F#m           D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A            E         D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
E
Of these dying days

F#m  A  D
F#m  A  D
F#m  A  D
A    E  D


F#m             A                D
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
F#m                     A                 D
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
F#m            A         D
Every morning I awake to my reassurance
A         E         D
It's okay it's okay it's okay

A         A/G#         F#m       E       D
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A         A/G#
Wait she revived me
F#m          E         D
But that was so long ago

A                   E           F#m          D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
A           E       F#m           D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A            E         D          E
It's hard to wash your hands clean

Of these dying days


A  E  D
A  E  D
A  E  F#m D
B  E

A                   E           F#m          D
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A                   E                  D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
A                   E           F#m          D
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B                                         E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose

A                   E           F#m          D
And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A            E    D
And it never ever rains
A           E       F#m           D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A            E         D
It's hard to wash your hands clean