Nine

Gm Bb F C If you would like, you can do the lead part, here's an idea of how it would go: Gm Bb I recall once on the church steps, F When I moved to kiss your chest, C How we paid such close attention Gm To each sweet and stuttered breath, Bb I should’ve stopped to paint our picture, F Captured honest pure affection, C Just to document the difference Gm between attraction and connection. Gm Bb I can see all of my friends and F I break into empty buildings, F When the coast was clear, C With backpacks full of beer, Gm We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops Bb At this city-it looked endless. F Guess I still don’t see the difference C Gm between real purpose and that urgent adolescence. Gm Bb And I remember in a basement sharing sweat F With all these stranger boys and girls, C “We’ll change the world!” We sang, Gm “We’ll change the world!” But, Gm Nothing seems to change and Bb They say none of them will listen, F C But I still see much more power in that basement Gm than in heartless politicians. Gm Bb And if we get beaten by this winter, F If we get strangled by regret, just C Let our love of life and tension Gm Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and Bb Have them lay us in a basement, F Smash some bottles on the ground, and C Say we couldn't tell the difference C Gm between the feeling and the sound. Bb Remember not our faulty pieces, F Remember not our rusted parts, C It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but Gm The way we hold our hearts, Bb And the way we hold our heads, F I hope they write your names beside mine C on my gravestone when I’m dead. Gm Bb And when we’re dead let our voices carry on Bb To find a better song. F C To find a better song and sing along