Standard (EADGBE)

  ! ! x4

the two of us are guilty, i wrote it on my sleeve

 from your marriage bed, were you holding out on me

 though this story might, i never want to see you leave

 with these men in lights shouting out to me

 'cause i want to be high

 yes i want to be bright

 oh there's something on my sleeve

won't ascribe, won't abide

by the words that you might keep

 and if what you say

 'cause it might be true i've got to go

 go and find you

i'll wait for you this time

x2

hrough the milano storms and the blossoms through the week

i saw this battle born, i was holding you in the street

ended by my house, ‘cause a red light’s warm indeed

and these men about will be shouting out to me

‘cause i want to be high

yes i want to be bright

oh there’s something on my sleeve

won’t ascribe, won’t abide

by the words that you might keep

and if what you say

‘cause it might be true i’ve got to go

go and find you, i’ll wait for you this time

go and find you, it’s hard to let it slide