Ev ’ry time I see what’s writ ten on your mind,

I turn a way and drop my guard.

ing.

An i ron horse would be the lead er of the blind;

a ten der lov ing true fa cade.

fing.

I’m in pos ses sion of so (F#m11)man y tones, I’ve (Fmaj9)loved it all my life.

So Feel the rhy thm in your (F#m11)ver y bones; I (Fmaj9)nev er sleep at (E7)night.

(Am7)(You and me are gone.)

(F7)(You and me are gone.)

(Am7)(Win ter’s bit ter song.)

is (B13)you and me are (E7)gone, gone a way.

Truth ful ly, I’ve got a mo dus op er and...

I nev er seem to fin ish lov ing.

To train your eye and force your self to make a stand,

but when it dies, I want it stuf fing.

I’m Lose your self out on the (F#m11)edge of rea son, (Fmaj9)te di ous to tell.

So e ven I don’t know what (F#m11)I am feel ing, (Fmaj9)lust ing ’til I (E7)fell.

(Am7)(You and me are gone.)

(F7)(You and me are gone.)

(Am7)(Win ter’s bit ter song.)

is (B13)you and me are (E7)gone, gone a way.

Seems that joy ous prose has (F#m11)left my tongue for (Fmaj13)oth er, warm er climes,

and bat tle songs are writ ten to be sung a (Fmaj13)mil lion, tox ic, (E7)rhymes.

(F)Yeah.

(Bbm6)(You and me are gone.)

(Gb)(You and me are gone.)

(Bbm6)(You and me are gone.)

(Gb)(You and me are gone.)

(C13)(You and me are gone.)

(Bbm6)(You and me are gone.)

(Gb)(You and me are gone.)