The Countdown

D E F#m F#m E D D E F#m E D E D E F#m You've got time on your hands F#m E D With the cuts and the brands D E F#m And you've been counting the hours E D E Down on your fingers D E F#m I've got you on my mind F#m E D And one eye on the time D E F#m And I am waiting for night E F#m E But day lingers D E F#m Nine hours, six minutes F#m Where have you been hiding D E F#m For all these long years F#m It doesn't matter now D E F#m 'Cause you're coming my way F#m E F#m E And I wait through the countdown D E F#m Oh, the countdown F#m E D D E F#m E F#m E D E F#m Would you look what you've done F#m E D I know I bore everyone D E F#m So I've been biding my time E F#m E And biting my tongue D E F#m 'Cause I could talk you to death F#m E D Waste my time, waste my breath D E F#m On the curls on your head E F#m E Or the curve of a dimple D E F#m Nine hours, five minutes F#m Where the hell have you been D E F#m For all these long years F#m It doesn't matter now D E F#m 'Cause you're coming my way F#m E F#m E And I wait through the countdown D Oh, the countdown E F#m E D E F#m E D I know your heart is broken E It makes it easier to open F#m E D Yes, I know your heart is broken E It makes it easier to open F#m E D E F#m With my fingers in the cracks F#m E D D E F#m E F#m E D E F#m It's like you live in my head F#m E D And like I'm holding my breath D E F#m Until you're out of my mind E F#m E And into my bed D E F#m Breathe you out, breathe you in F#m E D Learn the lines on your skin D E F#m And trace the folds of your sin E God, how long has it been F#m E But you're coming around again D E F#m Nine hours, four minutes F#m Where the f**k have you been D E F#m For all these long years F#m It doesn't matter now D E F#m 'Cause you're coming my way D Through thick highland rain E F#m And through fifty-seven days D Missing your taste E F#m And a few hundred times D That you remember the face E F#m And few fewer the names D That made your heart race E F#m And three loves, eight heartbrakes D Not counting the aches E F#m And the countless mistakes E D E F#m But we should count ourselves lucky, lucky things D E F#m Count ourselves lucky, lucky things D E F#m E Count ourselves lucky, lucky, lucky things F#m E D E F#m And I've been waiting through the countdown F#m E D D E F#m E F#m E D I know your heart is broken E It makes it easier to open F#m E D Yes, I know your heart is broken E It makes it easier to open F#m E D E F#m With my fingers in the cracks F#m E D D E F#m E F#m E D