New Dawn Withered Hand
Bb Eb (x4)
[Bb]You must be joking I deny[Eb]
[Bb]Tears are falling from my eyes
I'm over[Eb]sensitive, hyper-[Bb]sensitized
And it [Cm]makes it me feel like [Eb]I am alive
[Bb] [Eb]
And there's nothing to this life
I don't need lies on my push-pipe
My light comes from inside
And it makes it me fell like I'm alive
(skip Eb)
And the [Cm]winter turns to [Eb]springtime
Like the [Bb]springtime turns to [Cm]summer
We'll di[Eb]scover how we [F]lost another year
[Bb] [Eb]
Instrumental verse
I saw you at the embassy
We're both crippled socially
No worlds collide when we converse
We're singing love is a disease, love is a curse
And we wrote Pavement on our shoes
We stole our barrow(?) and we paid our dues
We paid our respects, we wrote "Confusion is sex"
And on your shoulderbag I wrote the Silver Jews
And the ice turned into water
And the water turned into gasses
Steamy glasses on a frosty afternoon
And her lips were warm, her hands were cold
I never thought I'd feel this old
Isn't grey hair just the light of a new dawn?
Instrumental verse
[Bb]I saw you at the embassy[/]
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