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


[Verse]
         F#m                               A
Can we stand remaining braced against the fixtures
                      E                                F#m
Of a thousand vacant gestures meant to strengthen our resolve
            F#m                           A
And as the nights begin to replicate the lost adventure kissed by fate
        E                                  F#m
And the empty rooms and corners cast their scorn at every turn


[Pre-Chorus]

E                       F#m
Nobody waits to hear an answer
E                        D
No one has the time to spare


[Chorus]

             A                                   D
And now the minutes bleed to days time’s just a construct anyways
            F#m                    E            D
I’ve been a fool these winds grow colder every year
                A                              D
I just need a place where I can hide remind myself I really tried
              F#m                E        D
So don’t be ashamed who’s truly happy anyway?

F#m


[Verse]

F#m                      A
Like fools we dared to promise
                           E                             F#m
not to take our days for granted or to spend a night in vain
         F#m                             A
But the words we speak when we begin betray the walls now closing in
        E                                 F#m
And the air becomes encumbered with the inevitable end


[Pre-Chorus]

E                           D
And we speak of different places


[Chorus]

             A                                   D
And now the minutes bleed to days time’s just a construct anyways
            F#m                    E            D
I’ve been a fool these winds grow colder every year
                A                              D
I just need a place where I can hide remind myself I really tried
              F#m                E        D
So don’t be ashamed who’s truly happy anyway?


F#m  D
F#m  D


[Otro]

D                 E
Our greatest lives yet to be lived
       D                    E
Your breath is like a song too soon to forgive
    D                             E
And I’m still hanging on to the photographs and words
      D                         E
You know I wish you well, and I got what I deserved