too bad for us

And it [E]crept up on us, in the [B]way it does

And the [G#m]moment [E]disappeared

In the [E]desert of us, all our [B]tears turned to dust

Now the [G#m]roses don't grow [E]here

I guess that [G#m]love [F#]does [B]what [F#]it [E]wants

And that's [G#m]just [F#]too [B]bad [F#]for [E]us

 

Was it [B]all just slight of [G#m]hand?

Another [E]trick that fate has played on us [B] [F#]again

[B]Two heads in the [G#m]sand

I [E]hear you talking but I just can't [B] [F#]understand

 

Caught in [E]no man's land between the wires

[F#]Coming under friendly fire

[E]Can't go forward, can't go back [F#]again

 

And it [E]crept up on us, in the [B]way it does

And the [G#m]moment [E]disappeared

And the [E]desert of us, all our [B]tears turned to dust

Now the [G#m]roses don't grow [E]here

I guess that [G#m]love [F#]does [B]what [F#]it [E]wants

And that's [G#m]just [F#]too [B]bad [F#]for [E]us

 

Flying [B]high with both eyes [G#m]closed

Almost [E]touched the sun, I guess we got too [B] [F#]close

Now I'm [B]dancing on my [G#m]own

But the [E]music's not as good when you're [B] [F#]alone

 

Caught in [E]no man's land between the wires

[F#]Coming under friendly fire

[E]Can't go forward, can't go back [F#]again

 

And it [E]crept up on us, in the [B]way it does

And the [G#m]moment [E]disappeared

And the [E]desert of us, all our [B]tears turned to dust

Now the [G#m]roses don't grow [E]here

I guess that [G#m]love [F#]does [B]what [F#]it [E]wants

And that's [G#m]just [F#]too [B]bad [F#]for [E]us

 

[B]We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen

[G#m]We play pretend, but, we both know it's missing

If [E]love burns through bright, it burns out in a minute

At [B]least that's what I [F#]tell myself

[B]We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen

[G#m]We play pretend, but, we both know it's missing

If [E]love burns through bright, it burns out in a minute

At [F#]least that's what I tell myself

 

And it [E]crept up on us, in the [B]way it does

And the [G#m]moment [E]disappeared

And the [E]desert of us, all our [B]tears turned to dust

Now the [G#m]roses don't grow [E]here

I guess that [G#m]love [F#]does [B]what [F#]it [E]wants

And that's [G#m]just [F#]too [B]bad [F#]for [E]us