G A F# G Em A C D

[VERSE]

G              A          F#        G
these withered hands have dug for a dream
Em             A         C       D
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
G        A      F#       G
over the hill a desolate wind
Em            A        C             D
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy 

[CHORUS]

    G 
the end
      A
o the end
F       C
we live again
E                    Asus  A 
o i grow weary of the end 

[VERSE]

G        A           F#           G
o hungry days in the footsteps of fools
Em      A            C           D
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
G            A     F#         G
dredging the night drunk libertines
Em           A                 C          D
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland 

[CHORUS]

    G 
the end
      A
o the end
F       C
we live again
Em                    Asus  A 
o i grow weary of the end 

[BRIDGE]
F                     C         E7   
love is a plague in a mix-match parade
          Am                   F
where the castaways look so deranged
E                                         F
when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
     C           C/Bb      Asus      A           
and love will be new never cold and vacant

[INSTRUMENTAL]

G A F# G
Em A C D

[VERSE]

G              A          F#        G
these withered hands have dug for a dream
Em              A        C       D
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

[CHORUS]

    G 
the end
      A
o the end
F       C
we live again
E                     Asus  A 
o i grow weary of the end