Editors – Picturesque (Guitar)

Am                          F             G       Am
You stopped looking for the right path you oughta know

                 F          G               Am
What looking at the future does to you down, down

              F                    G       Am
No need to be boisterous call off the show

                     F       G            Am
I’m stepping back in time to better days flat track

               F      G           Am                    F
Bully, look at you go isn’t he so underappreciated?

G
Now, now, now

Am                  F         G          Am
No more dreaming of tomorrows giddier nights

          F                G
No one to distract you sweat it out

Am                 F               G              Am
Drag the carriage, you're an engine focus on me

          F                 G
My little understanding of your place

Am               F              G          Am
I’m wiped wasn’t it supposed to be picturesque

              F                 G
Like all your books and dreams? Well, picture this

Dm                F
Don’t you feel

Am
Broken token kicked around and lied to?

Dm            F
Stay until

          Am                                                           Dm
We no longer can hold our, eyes open I wallow in you

               F
Say you will

Am                                                             Dm  F
Always remember a soul needs an anger to thrill

                  C     F
Repeat after me...

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

        Am       C F
Picturesque.…..

Am                          F              G         Am
You stopped looking for the right path you oughta know

                    F               G               Am
What looking at the future does to you down, down

              F                 G               Am
No need to be boisterous call off the show

                    F          G               Am
I’m stepping back in time to better days flat track

                F     G          Am                    F
Bully, look at you Go isn’t he so underappreciated?

G
Now, now, now

Am                  F         G          Am
No more dreaming of tomorrows giddier nights

                 F
No one to distract you sweat it out

Dm                F
Don’t you feel

Am
Broken token kicked around and lied to?

Dm            F
Stay until

          Am                                                           Dm
We no longer can hold our, eyes open I wallow in you

               F
Say you will

Am                                                             Dm  F
Always remember a soul needs an anger to thrill

                  C     F
Repeat after me...

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

                Am
When your hate don’t cut it

                     C
Through the mess you started

        F                        Dm
I confess I find it picturesque

              Am
When my love boils over

                C
When my shame grows colder

           F
It’s a mess

        Dm
It’s a mess

          Am       C  F
Picturesque