A                  Bm         D
It's been three days of drums and snares,
    A                  Bm     D
Out on the streets and in my head,
       A         Bm       D
The piccolos are in this band,
      A               Bm    D
With you and me just lying and,
        F#m        A
Saying "I'll wait",
        F#m     A
Saying "always"

    A                 Bm      D
To have the chance to be so kind,
     A                Bm     D
To someone else who doesn't mind,
      A               Bm    D
Is getting rare and often times,
     A                  Bm       D 
It seems to scare the wandering eye,
        F#m    A
Looking always,
        F#m       A
Saying "I'll wait"

A E D F#m x2

A
This convalesce it is broke,

Comforts the test letting go,

You stand the game of our heart,
             F#m  A
But you were gone.

           A          E
So please stow this heart,
       D         F#m
It's cold, it's hard.     x2

A  Bm D x2

   A              Bm   D
I wandered off on avenues,
          A             Bm     D
Through bezzle town on troll abuse,
        A              Bm      D
Just thinking of some name I knew,
    A               Bm      D
without a sense of self to use,
         F#m       A
Saying "I'll wait"
        F#m      A
Saying "always"

     A              Bm     D
An offer comes, as soon as I,
      A              Bm     D
Knew who it was who wasn't mine,
     A                Bm   D
You had convinced me otherwise,
    A           Bm      D
And so I left myself behind,
        F#m        A
Saying "I'll wait"
        F#m      A
Saying "always"


A E D F#m x2

A
This convalesce it is broke,

Comforts the test letting go,

You stand the game of our heart,
             F#m  A
But you were gone.

           A          E
So please stow this heart,
       D         F#m
It's cold, it's hard.     x2