Death Cab for Cutie – Brothers On A Hotel Bed (Ukulele)

F                  Am
You may tire of me,

          C            F
As our December sun is setting,

F                          Am
No longer easy on the eyes

                   C               F
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise,

                    G
The youthful boy below...

F                               Am
  Who turned your way and saw

             C               F
Something he was not looking for:

F                         Am
  But now he lives inside

           C             F
Someone he does not recognize,

                              G              F
When he catches his reflection on accident

F                            Am
  On the back of a motor bike

                   C                       F
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight

F                                 Am
  But even at our swiftest speed

            C                     F
We couldn't break from the concrete

                           G
In the city where we still reside...

F                    Am
  And I have learned

           C                 F
That even landlocked lovers yearn 

F                            Am
  Cause now we say goodnight

         C            F
From our own separate sides,

                         G      C
Like brothers on a hotel bed...

F                               C
   Like brothers on a hotel bed....

F                               C
   Like brothers on a hotel bed...

F                               C   G
   Like brothers on a hotel bed...

F                   Am
 You may tire of me,

          C             F
As our December sun is setting,