| G | A | F# | G | E | A | C | D |
| G | A | F# | G | |
| these withered h | ands have | dug for a dr | eam |
| Em | A | C | D | |
| s | ifted through s | and and le | ftover ni | ghtmares |
| G | A | F# | G | |
| over the h | ill a d | esolate w | ind |
| Em | A | C | D | |
| t | urns shit to g | old and bl | ows my soul c | razy |
| G | |
| the | end |
| A | |
| o the | end |
| F | C | |
| we live | again |
| Em | Asus | A | |
| o i grow weary of the | end |
| o hungry days the footsteps of fools |
| gazing alone through sex-painted windows |
| dredging the night drunk libertines |
| stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland |
| CHORUS |
| BRIDGE: |
| F | C | E7 | |
| love is a plague in a | mix-match | parade |
| Am | F | |
| where the | castaways look so der | anged |
| E | Am | |
| when will the children learn to let their w | ildernesses burn |
| C | Em | Asus | A | A9 | A | |
| and l | ove will be | new never | cold a | nd | vaca | nt |
| these withered hands have dug for a dream |
| sifted through sand and leftover nightmares |
| CHORUS |