Brass Lines

G                   D         Am
  the two of us are guilty,     
                       G
i wrote it on my sleeve
          D        Am          
from your marriage bed, were you 
                 G
holding out on me
            D          Am      
though this story might, i never 
                  G
want to see you leave
           D                     
with these men in lights shouting 
        G
out to me

                    D
'cause i want to be high
                 Am
yes i want to be bright
           C               G
oh there's something on my sleeve
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won't ascribe, won't abide
by the words that you might keep
       Em
and if what you say
          Am                       
'cause it might be true i've got to
 C
 go
       G
go and find you

Em            D                 Am
         i'll wait for you this time

G D Am Am x2

hrough the milano storms and the 
blossoms through the week
i saw this battle born, i was 
holding you in the street
ended by my house, ‘cause a red 
light’s warm indeed
and these men about will be shouting
 out to me

‘cause i want to be high
yes i want to be bright
oh there’s something on my sleeve
won’t ascribe, won’t abide
by the words that you might keep
and if what you say
‘cause it might be true i’ve got to 
go
go and find you, i’ll wait for you 
this time
go and find you, it’s hard to let it
 slide