Remove AdsGWhen I Go home alone
GI drive past the place where I was born
FAnd the places that I used to drink
AmYoung and drunk and stumbling in the street
GOutside the Joiners Arms like foals unsteady on their feet
GWith the art students and the boys in bands
FHigh on E and holding hands with someone that I just met
G F G FI thought it doesn't get better than this
AmThere can be nothing better than this
GBetter than this
GAnd we climbed onto the roof, the museum
G FAnd someone made love in the grass
AmAnd I forgot my name
GAnd the way back to my mother's house
GWith your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
GThe world is at your fingertips
F AmIt doesn't get better than this
GWhat else could be better than this?
GOh, don't you know I have seen
FI have seen the fields aflame
AmAnd everything I ever did
GWas just another way to scream your name
G FOver and over and over and over again
Am GOver and over and over and over again
GAnd we're just children wanting children of our own
FI want a space to watch things grow
AmBut did I dream too big?
Do I have to let it go?
G FWhat if one day there is no such thing as snow?
AmOh God, what Do I know?
G C GAnd I don't know anything
AExcept that green is so green
G AmAnd there's a special kind of sadness
Gthat seems to come with Spring
GOh, don't you know I have seen
FI have seen the fields aflame
AmAnd everything I ever did
GWas just another way to scream your name
G FOver and over and over and over again
Am GOver and over and over and over again
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