intro acoustic scratching noises preparing the
listener for a definitive rocker
G C
the city has sex with itself i suppose
D G (G/F#)
as the concrete collides well the scenery grows
G C
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
D (G)
having exposed their wounds for each other
G C
and there is a boy in a basement with a four track
D G
machine he's been strumming and screaming all night
(G/F#) G C
down there the tape hiss will cover the words that he
D
sings but then they say it's better to bury your
C G
sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the
A C D
spring to awake from its sleep and burst into green
G Em
and i've cried and you would think i would better for
D
it but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your
C G G
spine for the rest of your life and i've learned and
Em
you'd think i'd be something more now but it just
D C
goes to show it is not what you know its what you were
G
thinking at the time then
****the prog-latin part****:
A A A C C F
repeat same repetition of verse/chorus music for last
verse.