Standard (EADGBE)

x2

 I was more than just a coward, I was handsome too

 I felt nothing when your flood came down

 Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong

 With my hands that never touched no ground

 When your talent is in numbers

 Of the many times you've gone

 I could lie I don't care about forgiving

 But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

 And you're fencing up the hours in the fields of red

 While you think I'm on a loveless stray

 In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong

 Explanations always written late

 When your talent curse the framing

 Of the crying you heard sung

 I could lie I don't care about what's missing

 But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

 With your train of thought always passing here

 With its falling paint, and its broken gears

 It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path

 And you know you won't be the last, oh lord, oh lord

 I was more than just a terror, I was crying too

 But you showed me in the gusts between

 That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path

 Has no meaning no a ghost within

 When your talent is in hiding

 That your feeling's always wrong

 I always want to bring you something

 But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

x2

 When your talent is in hiding

 That your feeling's always wrong

 I always want to bring you something

But sometimes it's just roses dying too young

(on "young", play this to the end)