Capo 3
Standard Tuning
Intro
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Verse
You may tire of me,
As our December sun is setting,
Because I'm not who I used to be...
No longer easy on the eyes
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise,
The youthful boy below...
Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for:
Both a beginning and an end...
But now he lives inside
Someone he does not recognize,
When he catches his reflection on accident
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Verse 2
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside...
And I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men...
Cause now we say goodnight
From our own separate sides,
Like brothers on a hotel bed...
Like brothers on a hotel bed....
Like brothers on a hotel bed...
Like brothers on a hotel bed...
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End
You may tire of me,
As our December sun is setting,
Cause I'm not who I used to be
That's pretty much it!