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by A Cursive Memory


2 chords throughout the whole song.
honestly either i did a really sucky job at tabbing my first song or this is the easiest 
ever.
i'm 100% on the timing however. great song/band by the way.

               
Try to catch us now
     Esus4 (easier like the name looks)
      ↓                             
When your hands there on fire
              
Try to catch us, now
                         
When your hands there on, fire

               
               


I'm waiting for a sign,

Someone to pick me out
                           
Somebody, anybody to save me from this.


The only nights that we can leave,

The only writing I can read

The only nights for you and me,

It's our cursive memory


The only nights that we can leave,

The only writing I can read,

The only sight that we can see
               
Is our cursive memory


                               
I turned around to see your back, walking away
                                  
I've seen your back a thousand times before

Never grazing me
                  
Only you can see me, being left behind
                                    
The simple things are torture, as your fingers slip through mine



Those nights, those thoughts, those dreams of you

Now they're gone

The nights when our hearts were worned out
                         
Well, I was wrong, well, I was wrong

                              
                              
                              
Well, I'd give up, everyday of my life.
                     
To spend just one more moment

In that cursive memory
                      
                      

Still waiting for that sign

Someone to pick me out
                      
Somebody, anybody please save me from this



The only nights that we can leave,

The only writing that I can read

The only nights for you and me

It's our cursive memory



The only nights that we can leave,

The only writing that I can read

The only sights that we can see

It's our cursive memory


(starts to pick up the pace)

And even if i said a word or two

No one could know how we do

Love, love the weak,

It's our cursive memory



Not even words can explain

How do write this whole thing

Love, love the weak

Yeah yeah, It's our cursive memory
               
A cursive memory, a cursive memory

A cursive memory,

A cursive, memory.