G C
G C Em D  x2

[Verse 1]
       G                              C
I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too
        Em                           D
I felt nothing when your flood came down
         G                                 C
Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
         Em                           D
With my hands that never touched no ground
           Am            D
When your talent is in numbers
        Bm                Em 
Of the many times you've gone
         C                        D
I could lie I don't care about forgiving
                                         G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

[Instrumental]
G C Em D  x2

[Verse 2]
             G                           C
And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red
           Em                      D
While you think I'm on a loveless stray
         G                           C
In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
      Em                     D
Explanations always written late
           Am                D
When your talent curse the framing
        Bm               Em
Of the crying you heard sung
         C                              D
I could lie I don't care about what's missing
                                         G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

[Instrumental]
G C Em D  x2

[Bridge]
           Em       Bm              C          Am
With your train of thought always passing here
          Em      Bm              C         Am  
With its falling paint, and its broken gears
                   Em     Bm             C         Am  
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path
                       Em               D         C
And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord

[Verse 3]
       G                              C
I was more than just a terror, I was crying too
         Em                      D
But you showed me in the gusts between
        G                                C
That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
        Em                  D
Has no meaning no a ghost within
           Am          D
When your talent is in hiding
           Bm               Em
That your feeling's always wrong
   C                        D
I always want to bring you something
                                         G
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

[Instrumental]
G C Em D  x2

[Outro]
           Am          D
When your talent is in hiding
           Bm               Em
That your feeling's always wrong
   C                        D
I always want to bring you something