Intro: Bm, G, Bm, G, D Asus4 (x2) Verse 1: Bm Goodbye circus wheel G May you rest along the sea D I have given you the fire of my youth Asus4 And the triumph o're my enemies Bm Goodbye fair weather home, and your faithless factories G I have given you the blood and the truth D Asus4 from the wounds they laid onto me Bm A G And whatever they left, well, I kept it for my own heart Chorus: D And the lonesome all understand Asus4 With the choirs in my head Bm And we were orphans before G We were ever the sons of regret A My baby D And on and on and on Asus4 the alphabet boys carry on Bm We were orphans before G We were ever the sons of these songs Verse 2: Bm And now my lights, they never go down G they waltz the moon and stars for me now D So you can find some local libertine Asus4 to take your daughters out on the town Bm And I can feel it in my aging bones G How the sound of the rain mixes up D Asus4 into the fountains where I drank my hero's blood Bm A G So I left you to find my very own hat full of rain Chorus: D And the lonesome all understand Asus4 With the choirs in my head Bm And we were orphans before G We were ever the sons of regret A My baby D And on and on and on Asus4 the alphabet boys carry on Bm We were orphans before G We were ever the sons of these songs Bridge: F#m Now I'm trying to keep it straight Bm Learning all the streets and the alleyways G And learning where they lead D Now that I'm left alone here to drive F#m But it's so hard to stand on your own Bm Against mirror of glass, hard and cold D But the clothes I wore G Just don't fit my soul anymore D No the clothes I wore G Just don't fit my soul anymore Chorus: D And the lonesome all understand Asus4 With the choirs in my head Bm And we were orphans before G We were ever the sons of regret A My baby D And on and on and on Asus4 the alphabet boys carry on Bm We were orphans before G We were ever the sons of these songs Outro: D When we were young Bm We were diamond Sinatras G Like something I saw in a dream D We kept our secrets in rooms Bm locked up tight like a tomb G Where the ballerinas lay
