F# B Fb
looking back on old day
F# B Fb
stained floor and ice cold
F# B Fb
look away, not looking forward
F# B Fb F# B Fb
cemeteries i saw
Fb F# B Fb
and i'm to----------------ld
F# B Fb
we'll lean through old children
F# B Fb
they'll keep counting, i know
F# B Fb
seated people never painted
F# B Fb
cemeteries i saw
B Fb
and i'm to--------ld
B Fb
and I'm to--------ld
B Fb
and I'm to--------ld
B Fb
and I'm to--------ld
B / A / A B / Fb /
B / A / A B / Fb /
B A A B Fb
let me, i would like
B A A B Fb
taking a hike through the cemetery tonight
B A A B Fb
the gravestones are covered in time
B A A B Fb
it's the perfect light, everywhere the mud floods
B / A / A B / Fb
B / A / A B / Bb