G It's getting cold D Thought it was too soon to A tell but it was terribly old A F#/A# and as the heartbeat Bm Em D F# slows to a heartless crawl G The lights went out The lights D A went out and darkness filled the A F#/A# Bm house on tiring night Em D F# Edim under a Long Is land sky Chorus: Bm Em I thought I'd known the consequence but sweetness can you believe A this? This mess we've made of it D F# This mess we've made of it Bm In years to come it might Em make sense but sweetness did you believe this? A Just what's become of it? D F# Bm What's become of it? If you hear this and you think you're ready Then meet me at Montauk Where we'll write out in the sand "Here lies the destiny of 2 hurt souls Afraid to be cured again." That could be our epitaph Chorus - x2 I know Chorus: I thought I'd know the consequence Sweetness, can you believe this? Mess we've made of it Mess we've made of it In years to come, it might make sense Sweetness, did you foresee this? So what's become of it? Just what's become | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# Bm D Edim Em F# G |