| E | B | Dbm | Dbm7 | |
| Well I don' | t claim to know anyth | ing, |
| A | E | F#m7 | Bsus4 | |
| But | some things aren' | t hard to fig | ure out | . |
| E | B | Dbm | B | |
| I can tell yo | ur love for me has b | een fa | ding, |
| A | B | E | |
| And I | know what y | ou wanna ta | lk about. |
| F#m | Abm | A | Bsus4 | |
| 'Caus | e I | can | rea | d your heart, |
| E | A | |
| It | wants to say g | oodbye. |
| Abm | F#m | B | E | |
| I | can | read | your heart like a | n open book. |
| F#mAbm | A | Bsus4 | |
| It's | writ-t | en in | your arms, |
| E | B | A | Abm | |
| They no | longe | r hold | me t | ight, |
| F#m | Bsus4 | B | |
| And what you're | about to say is tearing me | apart | . |
| Abm | A | B | E | E | Eadd9 | E | A | Asus2 | A | |
| S | o don' | t start, b | aby I can rea | d your | h | eart. |
| E | B | Dbm | |
| I felt it skip | a beat on | the night we met, |
| A | E | F#m7 | Bsus4 | |
| Moving | cautiously | at first, then let | ting | go. |
| E | Bm7 | A | Abm | |
| Yeah, with | each passi | ng da | y, I turned another | page, |
| F#m | B | E | |
| So | there ain't much | I don't alre | ady know. |
| F#m | Abm | A | Bsus4 | |
| 'Caus | e I | can | rea | d your heart, |
| E | A | |
| It | wants to say g | oodbye. |
| Abm | F#m | B | E | |
| I | can | read | your heart like a | n open book. |
| F#mAbm | A | Bsus4 | |
| It's | writ-t | en in | your arms, |
| E | B | A | Abm | |
| They no | longe | r hold | me t | ight, |
| F#m | Bsus4 | B | |
| And what you're | about to say is tearing me | apart | . |
| Abm | A | B | E | |
| S | o don' | t start, b | aby I can rea | d your heart |
| Asus2 | |
| Well I | knew this day was comin', |
| E | |
| It was | there between the lines. |
| F#m | B | B/Db | Dbm | B | |
| Still | I was hopi | n' maybe I co | uld change | your | mind, |
| Asus2 | |
| But | that's not gonna happen, |
| E | Dbm | |
| No | way upon this | earth. |
| D | Bsus4 | B | |
| So just | kiss me one last time but don't say | a wor | d. |
| Asus2 | Bsus4 | |
| 'Cause I can | read yo | ur heart, |
| E | A | |
| It | wants to say g | oodbye. |
| F#m | B | E | |
| I can | read yo | ur heart like an | open book. |
| Abm | A | Bsus4 | |
| It's writ | ten | in your | arms, |
| E | Abm | A | Abm | |
| They no | longe | r hold | me | tight, |
| F#m | Bsus4 | B | |
| And what you're | about to say is tearing me apar | t. |
| Abm | A | B | Dbm | |
| So | don't | start, ba | by I can read | your heart. |
| B | A | B | E | E | Eadd9 | E | A | |
| So | don' | t start, | baby I can read | your | he | art. |
| Aadd9A | E | E | Eadd9 | E | Aadd9 | Aadd9maj7 | |
| I can read y | our h | ea | rt. |