BAbmF#E
I found your photograph, in a cardboard box, in a magazine.
BAbmF#E
I can't remember you, remember us, or anything
F#E
I taught you how to feel but you just feel numb
F#E
They taught you how to feel but you just feel numb
G C* F
She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
E
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
F#EF#E
When it's over When it's over
F#EF#E
When it's over it's over...
BAbmF#E
I watch the window and listen for the sound of cars
BAbmF#E
I can't remember the last time that it was yours
F#E
I taught you how to feel why do you feel numb?
F#E
They taught us how to feel but we just feel numb
G C* F
She comes apart, in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
E
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
F#EF#E
When it's over When it's over
F#EF#E
When it's over it's over...
G C* F
She falls apart in the av-a-lanche
G C* F G C
E
Fades out like a dance crawls back into bed
F#EF#E
When it's over When it's over
F#EF#E
When it's over it's over...
