(thanks funkybot)
G A F# G E A C D
G A F# G
these withered hands have dug for a dream
E A C D
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
G A F# G
over the hill a desolate wind
E A C D
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
G
the end
A
o the end
F C
we live again
Em Asus A
o i grow weary of the end
o hungry days the footsteps of fools
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
dredging the night drunk libertines
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
F C E7
love is a plague in a mix-match parade
Am F
where the castaways look so deranged
E Am
when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
C Em Asus A A9 A
and love will be new never cold and vacant
these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
CHORUS