2 acessos
Am Em Am Em [Verse 1] Am Where do failed imposters go? Burn the book that says you took the Em High road, high road Am Autumn, the fog rolls low Over rooftops far below the Em High road, high road Am Springtime, the vespers chime Blossoms fill the trees that line the Em High road, high road C Where did all your worries go? Am Now I guess we'll never know Em How you hit the Well, how you hit the [Pre-Chorus] C G F# Em You said "don't let your heart give out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my heart give out C G F# Em You said "don't let your breath run out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my breath run out [Chorus] C Em Well it's true, I push too hard I guess Bm Am To use whatever fuel is left C G F# Am Em At its best it's all the art of doubt [Verse 2] Am Well, I really don't know how we call this peace Em 'Cause it's a goddamn shame about the wall to wall wars C Pleading self-defence but the story's old Am Murder's worth it, we're told Em There's a promise on the way, yeah I don't believe what they say [Pre-Chorus] C G F# Em You said "don't let your heart give out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my heart give out C G F# Em You said "don't let your breath run out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my breath run out [Chorus] C Em Well, it's magical, your meaningless Bm Am Habitual, mundane excess C G F# Am Em At its best it's all the art of doubt Am Em Doubt [Verse 3] Am Now we gotta take it upon ourselves Next time the kick drum starts Em Drag your mind from the gutter babe C All this isolation's sinister Am So be kind to yourself Em There will never be another you There's just nobody else that's you [Pre-Chorus] C G F# Em You said "don't let your heart give out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my heart give out C G F# Em You said "don't let your breath run out" C G F# Em No, I won't let my breath run out [Chorus] C Em Well it's true, I push too hard I guess Bm Am To use whatever fuel is left C Em Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess Bm Am To use whatever fuel is left C Em Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess Bm Am To use whatever fuel is left C G F# Em At its best it's all the art of doubt C G F# Em At its best it's all the art of