Tuning: Eb (Half-step down) G: 355433 C: 032010 F: 133211 Dm: x57765 Am: 577555 G#: 466544 G C G And I finally see that the further we go C F we're only treading ground that we already know. G Dm C Am G I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash C F G and buy a bucket full of di-ee-iamonds but C F G Dm C Am even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust G F and fade away. Am G F It's a certain tra-ge-dy. CFDFC F So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it. Dm F C The empty space between me and the sunken walls F Dm C# Feeling someone's hand around my neck F Dm G choking away the life that i have left. G C G And I finally see that the further I go C G I'm only treading ground I don't wanna know. Dm C Am F I'll probably hang upside-down from wooden rafters in my home Am G F and look at old photos of you. CFDFC F So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it. Dm F C The empty space between me and the sunken walls F Dm C# Feeling someone's hand around my neck F Dm G choking away the life that i have left. Am G F Dm I miss the warmth of the summer when we were on our own, G C solo but now it's winter, my bones are cold. ^signifies bend e|-------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|--5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3--------------------3-5-5-5-5-5^-3-5-3----------------| G|------------------------5-5-5------0p5-------------------------5-5-5-----| D|-------------------------------------------------------------------------| e|-------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------1-3-3-3-3-3-3-1-3-3^---3---1------------1----0--------------------| G|-0p2--------------------------------------0-0-2-------------0------------| D|-------------------------------------------------------------------3-----| G C G And I finally see that the further we go C F we're only treading ground that we already know. G Dm C Am G I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash C F G and buy a bucket full of di-ee-iamonds but C F G Dm C Am even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust G F and fade away. Am G F It's a certain tra-ge-dy.