Make War Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 Our love is Edead but without limit,

 like the Asurface of the moon

 or the Eland between here and the mouB7ntains.

 Well, it iEs not these hiding places

 that have kAept us innocent

 but the way you taEught me to just letB7 it all go by.E

 And so we've leEarned to be as faithless,

 stand bAehind bulletproof glass,

 exchangingE our affections through a drB7awer.

 And it was always hoErribly convenient

 and hAappening too fast.

 You should count your chEange before you're eveB7n out the door. E

Yes, you should but please...

AReturn, return to the Eperson that you were.

 And C♯mI will do theB same

 cause it is tooA hard to belong to Esomeone who is gone.

F♯mMy compass spins. The Awilderness remains. E

EOnce too often, I have retreated

 into the Adepths of my despair.

 I built aE barricade to block you on the B7road.

 I was standing there with alEl of my possessions

Apiled higher than a house,

 I felt Ecloser to you than you B7ever would have known. E

ESo let each tiny acts of charity

 be common grAound on which to build

 the Emonument that will commemorate our timesB7.

 And though, you swEear you've found another

 who will surely Aspeed you on your way,

 don't let the forEest grow over that pB7ath you came there by. E

But you will, so...

ASo hurry up and run to the oEne that you love.

C♯mAnd blind him with yourB kindness.

 And he'll make wAar, old war, on who you were beEfore.

 And claim aF♯mll that has Aspoiled in your hearEt.

ENow, I tell myself I've mended

 under these pAatches of blue sky.

 There are still aE few holes that let in a little raB7in.

 And it's been Ecrying on my shingles.

 My floorboards mAoan under my feet.

 The refrigerator isE whining, so I've gotB7 reason to complainE.

EBut I am not gonna bless you with such compliments,

 some dAegrading psalm of praise,

 like theE kind that converted you to me so long agB7o.

 Because the trEuth is that gossip's as good as goAspel in this town.

 You can save your faEce but you won't everB7 save your soul. E

Baby that's a fact.

 So hurry uAp and run to the oEne that you love.

 And C♯mtie him up in yourB likeness,

 And he'll Abecome, become the prEisoner I was.

 And know alF♯ml that has sApoiled in yourE heart.

 And know alF♯ml that has sApoiled in yourE heart.

 So hurry uAp and run to the oEne that you love.

 And bC♯mlind him with yourB kindness.

 And he'll Amake war, old war, on wEho you were before.

 And claim aF♯mll that has Aspoiled in youEr heart.

 Yeah, he'llF♯m claim all tAhat has spoileEd in your heart.