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
