2 acessos
G When I go home alone I drive past the place where I was born F And the places that I used to drink Am G Young and drunk and stumbling in the street F Outside the Joiners Arms like foals unsteady on their feet G With the art students and the boys in bands G F High on E and holding hands with someone that I just met G F I thought, "It doesn't get better than this Am G There can be nothing better than this, better than this." G And we climbed onto the roof, the museum F And someone made love in the ground Am And I'd forgot my name G And the way back to my mother's house G With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips G The world is at your fingertips F Am It doesn't get better than this G What else could be better than this? [Refrão] G Oh, don't you know? I have seen F I have seen the fields aflame Am And everything I ever did G Was just another way to scream your name G F Over and over and over and over again G F Over and over and over and over again G And we're just children wanting children of our own F I wanted space to watch things grow Am G But did I dream too big? Do I have to let it go? F And what if one day there is no such thing as snow? Am G Oh God, what do I know? And I don't know anything Except that green is so green And there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring [Refrão] G Oh, don't you know? I have seen F I have seen the fields aflame Am And everything I ever did G Was just another way to scream your name G F Over and over and over and over again G F Over and over and over and over again [Refrão] G Oh, don't you know that I have seen F I have seen the fields aflame? Am But everything I ever did G Was just another way to scream your name