| G | Bm | |
| Back to the cold restless streets at n | ight |
| C | A | |
| Talk to myself about tomorrow | night |
| G | Bm | |
| Walls of white protest, a gravestone in | name |
| C | D | |
| Who is it now? It's alway | s the same. |
| ect. |
| C | D | |
| But I know oh no |
| C | D | |
| But I know oh no |
| C | D | Dsus2 | D | |
| But I know |
| G | F | |
| Shadows and tall trees |
| G | F | G | |
| Do you feel in me, an | yth | ing redeeming |
| F | |
| any worthwhile feelin | g |
| G | F | |
| is life like a tigh | trope hanging from my ceiling |
| This is basically what is played. Except they tune down a half step. |
| The other stuff about this song, you can figure out by listening to |
| it. Thanks, seeya. |