Bright Eyes – An Attempt To Tip The Scales (Ukulele)

        D               F#m
Did you expect it all to stop

        G            A
at the wave of your hand?

          D              F#m
Like the suns just gonna drop

          G         A
if it's night you demand.

       D                   F#m
Well, in the dark were just air  

      G                 A     
so the house might dissolve.

           D                  F#m            
once were gone, who's is gonna care

            G          A    
if we were ever here at all?

G  
Well, summers gonna come

             A               F#m
it's gonna cloud our eyes again.

            G                  A
when there's nothing that's worth seeing.

       D                   F#m
So we trade liquor for blood

      G                 A  
in an attempt to tip the scales.

           D               F#m
I think you lost what you loved

         G         A   
in that mess of details. 

                D               F#m        
They seemed so important at the time

            G            A
but now you can't even recall

      D              F#m
any names, faces, or lines.

G          
Well, winter is going to end and

          A                    F#m      
I'm gonna clean these veins again.

                          G
So close to dying that I finally can

        A
start living.