Standard (EADGBE)

= x20200

Bmin6 = x20100 – With these two he moves quickly from the E7sus4 to the Bmin6, and plays

the g string then the b string in each case.

/ = x20230

This song has a lot of ‘twiddly’ bits on the high e and b strings, revolving around the

3rd and 5th fret I think. These are just the basic chords, but if you play around with

adding stuff on the bottom two strings then I think this is pretty close so far.

Verse

When you just tell them what I cannot say

when you just shine upon the ghosts along my way

I drop the game of throwing knives alone

there must be marks on every tree

from the past to our home

Only the mayfly used to tell me so

now here is august, drop your weight, just let go

now midnight sun takes turns with northern lights

will I ever have to feel what those blades were about?

Prechorus

(here he goes into the more traditional, alternating bass note fingerpicking style)

In that sound of sighing, that empty howl

and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

some ends forgotten and some others believed

whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

Chorus

when you know you’re already young

like the grass wither to become

again and free,

it’s all we’ll ever be

Here he does a lick that he hums over which is based around a G chord, and the 3rd frets

on the B and high E strings

And I think that’s it! Just repeat the verse/chorus bits until the last verse, where he

slows back down into the more flamenco style.

Verse

I don’t remember where i learned to dive

but I am humble for the rocks when I try

and somehow I am lowered onto the waves

now with you I feel the sun and the salt on my face

Prechorus

In that sound of sighing, that empty howl

and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

some ends forgotten and some others believed

whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

Chorus

when you know you’re already young

like the grass wither to become

again and free,

it’s all we’ll ever be

Slower Verse

The tired motion of the rusty bell

just humming, visitor I quit, go to hell

I’ve been the tower but now walk along

there must be marks on every page

from the past to these songs.

Prechorus

In that sound of sighing, that empty howl

and all the everloving bends in the line of your tries

some ends forgotten and some others believed

whatever happened to the boy is now a tale for the seas

Chorus

when you know you’re already young

like the grass wither to become

again and free,

 End on = x02200

it’s all we’ll ever be