Youth

	  		Youth by The Crookes. 

Standard tuning, no capo. Enjoy. 

E                           Abm 
With split lips, oh a smile can be hard. 
E                                 A     
Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars. 
            E                    Abm 
They made it clear from the very start, 
     E                           A 
That pain lies beyond the cries of damned young hearts. 

        B         Dbm                     F#m                     E         B  
Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow? 
E                            Abm 
Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights. 
E                                      A 
Blood drips downs my knees...I'm sick of worthless fights. 
        B             Dbm               F#m 
Does it show in my sullied smile that it's not my style? 
     E              B 
Time slows, let me go. 

    E                 Abm 
But I just let things slide, 
       Dbm 
In the glow of pale lights, 
       A 
As our laughter splits the night. 
   E                  Abm 
In time, I'll grow to find, 
     Dbm 
That all we'll ever have, 
               A 
Are blissful moments quickly passed. 
         F#m 
It's obscene, 
           B              E 
They're so few and far between. 

E                      Abm 
I'll take solitude and I'll take calm. 
E                                 A 
All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm). 

         B           Dbm 
Faith entwined all my deepest fears, 
     F#m 
And my strange ideas, 
               E 
Youth might be kind. 

    E                 Abm 
But I just let things slide, 
       Dbm 
In the glow of pale lights, 
       A 
As our laughter splits the night. 
   E                  Abm 
In time, I'll grow to find, 
     Dbm 
That all we'll ever have, 
               A 
Are blissful moments quickly passed. 
         F#m 
It's obscene, 
           B              E 
They're so few and far between.