E A F#m B
Though you tried to hide your grave distaste for what I spout
F#m B E
Your shackled hackles ripple through that pretty dress
A F#m B
We made this tryst the cold old-fashioned kind
F#m B
The sonnet starved of inspiration
E A E x4
[Verse]
E A E A E
We were caught in a battle of wills
A
On with everything we'd learned
E A E A E
Toe to toe in the heat of the hurt
A D
Don't you love the way it burns
[Refrain]
E D A E
Make space for the ride that you're on
D A D
Make space for the ride
E D A E
Make space for the ride that you're on
A E D E
For the ride that you're on, may say
[Verse]
E A E A E
We arrived on a will on a whim
A
Bending memory with desire
E A E A E
Never fussed at the back of the hill
A D
All relate to you and I
[Refrain]
E D A E
Make space for the ride that you're on
D A D
Make space for the ride
E D A E
Make space for the ride that you're on
A E D E
For the ride that you're on, may say
A G F# F
For the ride that you're on, may say
[Otro]
A E (x4)
A E
Pulling camels through the eye of a needle
A E
Taking pictures of the ground beneath us
A E
I'm a setting sun, don't you know it
A E
I'm a setting sun
A E
I always thought that love should be misguided
A E
I always felt it kept the flame alive but
A E
I'm a setting sun, don't you know it
A E
I'm a setting sun, oh oh
A E
I'm a setting sun, don't you know it
A E
I'm a setting sun
A E
Ah, ooh (x7)
A E
Oh, I'm a setting sun