| Intro: C G C G C G C G |
| C | D | C | G | |
| The | last horiozons | I can see are | filled with bars and | factories |
| C | G | |
| And | in them all we fight to stay | awake |
| G | D | G | C | |
| Drink enough of any | thing to | make this world seem | new again |
| C | D | G | |
| Drunk drunk drunk in the | gardens and the | graves |
| repeat intro |
| C | D | C | G | |
| She had nothing | left to say | so she said she | loved me |
| C | G | |
| and | I stood there thankful for the | lie |
| repeat chorus (...to make this girl look new again...) |
| G |
| C | D | |
| Turn summer trees to | bones and ice |
| C | D | |
| Turn insect songs a | gainst the night |
| C | D | |
| With words we build and | words we break |
| C | D | G | |
| I'm | drunk drunk drunk in the | gardens and the | graves |
| G | D | G | C | G | C | |
| ...... | ...... | ...... | ...... | ...... |
| G | C | G | C | |
| Maybe I could | use you | to reas | sure myself |
| G | C | |
| I wouldn't wish this indecision | on anybody else |
| G | D | G | C | |
| Drink enough of any | thing to | make this world look | new again |
| C | Am | G | |
| And | when the sin smiles | how could it be | wrong |
| C | D | C | G | |
| The last horizons | I could see are | now resigned to | memories |
| C | G | |
| I | never thought I'd still be here | today |
| repeat chorus (...to make myself look new again...) |
| repeat intro |