Must Be Good

	  		Verse 

E                                     A 
Ever since the winter when you took flight, 
E                                     B 
I still see your shadow in the lamp light, 
C#m                                 A 
I still get the messages you ghost write, 
    C#m                         B 
but everything is quiet in the dark. 

   E                                   A 
I didn't want the living that you sold me, 
  E                                     B 
I didn't want to hear the things you told me, 
   C#m                              A 
it wasn't that you even meant it coldly, 
     C#m                         B 
it wasn't that you meant to leave a mark... 



                      A 
but if it makes you feel, 
             E 
it must be good, 
             A 
it must be good, 
                 C#m            B 
it must be something about the way, 
              A 
it makes you feel, 
            E 
it must be good, 
             A 
it must be good, 
                 C#m            B 
it must be something about the way. 



Verse 
E                                A 
The papers you collected in a folder, 
E                                     B 
the worry that you carried on your shoulder, 
C#m                                 A 
you thought it made you look a little older, 
      C#m                         B 
which only made me feel a little old... 

   E                              A 
Now every bit of silence is a promise, 
E                                  B 
if it wasn't I was trying to be modest, 
C#m                                 A 
I only thought that speaking was dishonest, 
    C#m                         B 
as we walked beneath the water in the cold. 


                      A 
but if it makes you feel, 
             E 
it must be good, 
             A 
it must be good, 
                 C#m            B 
it must be something about the way, 
              A 
it makes you feel, 
            E 
it must be good, 
             A 
it must be good, 
                 C#m            B 
it must be something about the way. 

                     A 
is any of this even real? 
                E 
is any of this real? 
                  A 
we're putting it down, 
         C#m            B 
to something about the way... 
               A 
it makes you feel, 
                     A 
is any of this even real? 
                E 
is any of this real? 
                  A 
we're putting it down, 
         C#m            B 
to something about the way... 



Verse 
   E                                   A 
The things you never wanted me to mention, 
   E                               B 
I promise you it wasn't my intention, 
C#m                                 A 
but silence is the mother of invention, 
C#m                                        B 
and I haven't heard a word from you since then. 

   E                                   A 
The harbour that you're trying to embark to, 
   E                                       B 
the cigarette you're trying to put a spark to, 
    C#m                                 A  
I'm watching them develop in the dark room, 
C#m                                 B 
and wondering what to say to you again...