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