The View From Stow Hill

Am Am G Am G How did this town get so old Am G The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold F Always caught in between B The capital and the other country F Always caught in between B The river and the valley Am G You can still see the bullet holes Am G You can still sense a little hope F Crushed dreams B And the martyrs too F B Silent ghostly still so confused G Look up to the skies D Avoid the casual litter C G Running from the pitiful nihilism G The misguided tweets D The sad Facebooking C Cheapness surrounds me G But I'm not looking Em Am G Am G F B F B G Look up to the skies D Avoid the casual litter C G Running from the pitiful nihilism G The misguided tweets D The sad Facebooking C Cheapness surrounds me G But I'm not looking Em