Friday Nights

Bm Bm A When you're falling to the ground E And you're too scared to look down Bm And Friday nights are getting cold Bm A When you're falling to your knees E And your prayers are only pleas Bm And Friday nights are getting cold D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream You're living Bm Bm A When your soul's too tired to break E And yet somehow you're still awake Bm And Friday nights are getting cold Bm A When you're kicking in the streets E Of dirty, wrinkled sheets Bm And Friday nights are getting cold D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream You're living Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life E If you'll let me Bm Bm A When you're a cause without a war E Something not quite worth dying for Bm And Friday nights are getting cold Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life Bm A E Bm I will borrow the rest of your life E If you'll let me Bm D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream D A E Isn't it almost like a dream You're living Bm