White Lies – As I Try Not To Fall Apart (Guitar)

F                     Gm                      Bb     C
Am I a faulty kind of man, so tender in the heart?

F                        Gm                       Bb     C
Are clues embedded in my hands, or horoscope or cards?

F                            Gm                   Bb      C
No, I'm no special grain of sand or undiscovered star

F                            Gm                     Bb
If there's a great and holy plan I'd rather have no part

F                   Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

           Bb                C
You always unwind my head, unmake the bed like Sunday

F                 Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

             Bb                       C
You get me talking to the dead and questioning if I'm alive at all

F                 Bb
Why every morning waking up

                   F                             C
Must I try not to fall, must I try not to fall apart?

F                     Dm
You take me in your grateful arms

                   F                          C
And I try not to fall, oh I try not to fall apart

F                  Bb
It's not the way a man like me behaves

F                      C
It's not the way the world would have me play my part

F                     Dm
Then why does every fibre shake

                 F                           C
As I try not to fall, as I try not to fall apart?

 F                      Gm                     Bb     C
Am I a lone and lacking man, no shimmer to my soul?

 F                       Gm                      Bb     C
Am I a spindle wound too tight, a fraction of a whole?

F                            Gm                  Bb       C
No, I've no party tricks, my hand is empty as a vault

     F                              Gm                              Bb
If there's a charge, oh then I'll stand and do the time for every fault

F                   Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

           Bb                C
You always unwind my head, unmake the bed like Sunday

F                 Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

             Bb                       C
You get me talking to the dead and questioning if I'm alive at all

F                 Bb
Why every morning waking up

                   F                             C
Must I try not to fall, must I try not to fall apart?

F                     Dm
You take me in your grateful arms

                   F                          C
And I try not to fall, oh I try not to fall apart

F                  Bb
It's not the way a man like me behaves

F                      C
It's not the way the world would have me play my part

F                     Dm
Then why does every fibre shake

                 F                           C
As I try not to fall, as I try not to fall apart?

F                   Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

           Bb                C
You always unwind my head, unmake the bed like Sunday

F                 Dm
Ain't that the way, ain't that the way

             Bb                       C
You get me talking to the dead and questioning if I'm alive at all

F                 Bb
Why every morning waking up

                   F                             C
Must I try not to fall, must I try not to fall apart?

F                     Dm
You take me in your grateful arms

                   F                          C
And I try not to fall, oh I try not to fall apart

F                  Bb
It's not the way a man like me behaves

F                      C
It's not the way the world would have me play my part

F                     Dm
Then why does every fibre shake

                 F                           C
As I try not to fall, as I try not to fall apart?

C                   F       Dm      F
As I try not to fall apart

C                     F        Bb     F
As I try not to fall apart

C                    F        Dm     F
As I try not to fall apart

C                      F
As I try not to fall apart