It's coming up roses
Or pushing up daisies
No, I'm never really sure
Through the view of these tinted glasses
Bringing passion to a world where it's removed
And I think that I love you
But probably not
I'm so easily confused
By the words that we whisper in the shadows of the dark.
What does it matter
With your feet on [C7]the ground
Your head up in the clouds
You pulling on [C7]these heartstɾings
But I keep pulling them [A]back down
To the ground where we first met
And how we've become
So commonly misunderstood
But I'm doing this for [Dm7]the greater good
God bless all [Em]of the ɾest because I'm damned to [C7]ɾepeat this, again
God bless the beautiful wreck and [Bm]the mess that it has brought it
I'll get to [C7]the point now
Of the promises made
The promises never tɾue
I'm climbing over mountain tops
Just to [C7]get ɾight back to [C7]you
The notes that were wasted
And the melodies sang
Of the songs that never were
I'd do anything to [C7]get ɾight back to [C7]her
God bless all [Em]of the ɾest because I'm damned to [C7]ɾepeat this
Damned to [C7]ɾepeat this
Damned to [C7]ɾepeat this
Damned to [C7]ɾepeat this
Again