Intro
C D B C Am D F G
[VERSE]
C D B C
these withered hands have dug for a dream
Am D F G
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
C D B C
over the hill a desolate wind
Am D F G
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
[CHORUS]
C
the end
D
o the end
A# F
we live again
A Dsus D
o i grow weary of the end
[VERSE]
C D B C
o hungry days in the footsteps of fools
Am D F G
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
C D B C
dredging the night drunk libertines
Am D F G
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland
[CHORUS]
C
the end
D
o the end
A# F
we live again
Am Dsus D
o i grow weary of the end
[BRIDGE]
A# F A7
love is a plague in a mix-match parade
Dm A#
where the castaways look so deranged
A A#
when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
F F/Eb Dsus D
and love will be new never cold and vacant
[INSTRUMENTAL]
C D B C
Am D F G
[VERSE]
C D B C
these withered hands have dug for a dream
Am D F G
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
[CHORUS]
C
the end
D
o the end
A# F
we live again
A Dsus D
o i grow weary of the end