E Too late C#m He knows you're all back-to-front A Your bottom lip shaking E Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart E Sunday late C#m When you go and get your stuff A "What's yours is mine" E That unpractical line back to bite your arm D#m B No, don't leave him anything D#m No letters on the side B You've gone over everything D#m Screw-ups and the whys B Erase him, his memory C# A tortured de cline F# Was never your style Chorus: A G#m And it's wild dreams of the start E/B B At the finish line A G#m Gum peeling apart E From each other's lives Too late They all know you hate your jobs Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend Like some holy mob Get it straight A lifeboat's for better hearts Prescription or not There's some morals forgot white-tattoo them on No, don't read him anything No poem, song or line There's virtue in everything But most in all that's quiet An action is meddling A dagger in time Better leave it to dry Chorus - x2 Dm C Wild dreams of the start G At the finish liine Dm C Gum peeling a part G From each other's liives Wild dreams of the start At the finish line Gum peeling apart From each other's lives | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C C# C#m Dm D#m E F# G G#m B |