| F |
| Am | Dm | C | F | |
| Red and | orange or | blue and | yellow |
| Gm | C | F | Bb | |
| In | which of | these do | you | believe |
| C | F | Am | Bb | |
| If | you're not | sure right now please | take a m | oment |
| C | Dm | C | F | |
| I | need your | signature be | fore you | leave |
| Am | Dm | C | F | |
| When I | sleep I'm | usually | dreaming |
| Gm | C | F | Bb | |
| But | more and | more it's | only | one |
| C | F | Am | Bb | |
| Where | every | hired gun I've | ever | fired |
| C | Dm | C | F | |
| Is | making | love to you while | I look | on |
| Bb | F | |
| All fallen leaves should curse their | branches |
| Bb | C | F | |
| For not | letting them decide where | they should | fall |
| Gm | C | |
| And not | letting them refuse to fall at | all |
| Am | Dm | C | F | |
| And | in my | throat there | swells a | darkness |
| Gm | C | F | Bb | |
| It | fills my | mouth and | coats my | lips |
| C | F | Am | Bb | |
| Even | as the threat of hell is | disapp | earing |
| C | Dm | C | F | |
| The | threat of | losing you is | blowing | up |
| Bb | F | |
| All fallen leaves should curse their | branches |
| Bb | C | F | |
| For not | letting them decide where | they should | fall |
| Gm | C | |
| And not | letting them refuse to fall at | all |
| Am | Dm | C | F |