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 lights 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 theres something on my sleeve
wont ascribe, wont abide
by the words that you might keep
and if what you say
cause it might be true ive got to go
go and find you, ill wait for you this time
go and find you, its hard to let it slide