The English Wishbone

G Am C
G Am F
G Am C
G Am

Fmaj7              F         
Rainclouds parting raked up the 
                C
heaps of stars
C
In a summer fading quickly
F                                 
Burning ozone lingered like heavy 
     C
fog
       C
And we stumbled down the sidewalk
F                              
Buzzing neon the dangling pocket 
          C
watch
        C
I was ripped from an amnesia
F                                 
Doe eyed. Dreamstate. 
    C
Phantasmagoria

            C
Swaying slow and cinematic
                   F
And we were young, fast friends and 
faster lovers
C           G            Am     
To know the night was to live in
     F
 it forever

G Am C G Am

F                         
Sequined stardust sultry in 
              C
retrospect
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C
With a thin, tawdry nostalgia

F                          
Careless. Clumsy. Mishandled 
           C
momentum
C
In a box of tacky keepsakes
F
But I was young and flippant with a 
goodbye
C            G                Am
So quick to shrug off there 
              F
won’t always be a next time


C
I don’t really want to talk now, 
baby
G
I don’t want to think about it 
anymore
Am
Sooner or later this will all start 
fading
F
We’ll have all the time we need to 
mourn

C
If I could ever turn the clock back,
 maybe
G
I could make it like we never met at
 all
Am
And I could get around the slow 
decaying
F
Of knowing everything’s my fault


C F C F


Am               G               
All regrets and unresolved 
        F                        C
suspense meet the same sad ends in 
time
Am                        G      
So I’ll wait here till the coast 
             F                  
is clear and you’re miles out of 
     C
sight


C
I don’t really want to talk now, 
baby
G
I don’t want to think about it 
anymore
Am
Sooner or later this will all start 
fading
F
We’ll have all the time we need to 
mourn

C
If I could ever turn the clock back,
 maybe
G
I could make it like we never met at
 all
Am
And I could get around the slow 
decaying
F
Of knowing everything’s my fault