VERSE
Dm A F
The time has come for colds and overcoats
A#
We're quiet on the ride
C
we're all just waiting to get home
Dm A F
Another week away my greatest fear
A#
I need the smell of summer
C
I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill
then my profession would staring
Please know we do this cause we care
and not for the thrill
Collect calls to home
to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die
and die alone
CHORUS
F2 A#2
And we won't let you in
C2
Though we're down and out
Dm A
We won't let you in
Dm A Dm A Dm A F
You win You win You win
VERSE like the first
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave
is another chance I should have took
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hollow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews
and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open
on this stage Yes I am paid
to spill my guts I won't see home till spring Oh I would kill for the Atlantic
but I am paid to make girls panic
while I sing
CHORUS
F2 A#2
And we won't let you in
C2
Though we're down and out
Dm A
We won't let you in
Dm A Dm A Dm A F
You win You win You win
F Dm
And the coastline is quiet
A
While we're quietly losing control
Yes we're silent but sure
C
we inventened the cure
that will wash out my memories of her
Dm A
The harpoon is loaded The cage is lowered
C
The water is red
Dm A
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