Young Lungs

 E                   A
I've conjured up a plan,
       Cm7      F#7
as a sentimental man,
      Am                  E
to destroy our things in style.
 E                             
It involves our belongings in a 
   A
pile,
               Cm7        F#7
some lighter fluid and a smile,
           Am                  
and some matches with "Chicago" 
               E
inscribed on every stick.


[Verse]

 E                                 
Strangers could see the flames for 
 A
miles
              Cm7              F#7
-- from any highway or any hilltop 
--
          Am
and we'd pass out as the smoke 
billows
     C      Bm       E
and spills into our young lungs.


[Pre-Chorus]

 E                               
With what strength that we'd have 
  A
left
               Cm7             F#7
we'd save each others final breaths
Continúa después del anuncio
       Am                       E
for a distressed phone call to 9-1-1
                       A
and in minutes they'd arrive,
     Cm7              F#7
horrified at what they might find.


[Chorus]

       Am      Gbm    Am        
It'd be you and I and a pile of 
Gbm
ashes
         C       Bm           
hand in hand and in each others 
  E
arms,
         C       Bm           
hand in hand and in each others 
  E
arms,
         C       Bm           
hand in hand and in each others 
  E
arms...


[Bridge]

 Cm7                F#7
but it's not that bad.
      C
They revived me on the scene
             A               E
and took my temperature and pulse
             Cm7                
and while the handsome paramedic 
         F#7
gave you mouth-to-mouth,
          A
I bit my tongue
                   C    Bm    E
in hopes they could save your life,
                   C    Bm    E
in hopes they could save your life.


     C       Bm      C        Bm
Just you and I and a pile of ashes
         C       Bm           
hand in hand and in each others 
  E
arms.


[Otro]

     E                   A
In a week when we look back,
         Cm7             F#7
we'll be bandaged up, but laugh it 
off.
          Am
And your skin might be thicker and 
my stuff, it might be gone,
                C       Bm        
but we'll have crammed everything 
                 E
we need in this song.
            C              Bm 
We'll have everything we'd need 
              E
inside this song.
      C      Bm       C       Bm
Just you and I and a pile of ashes
         C       Bm           
hand in hand and in each others 
   E
arms.