G
When I go home alone
I drive past the place where I was born
F
And the places that I used to drink
Am G
Young and drunk and stumbling in the street
F
Outside the Joiners Arms like foals unsteady on their feet
G
With the art students and the boys in bands
G F
High on E and holding hands with someone that I just met
G F
I thought, "It doesn't get better than this
Am G
There can be nothing better than this, better than this."
G
And we climbed onto the roof, the museum
F
And someone made love in the ground
Am
And I'd forgot my name
G
And the way back to my mother's house
G
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
G
The world is at your fingertips
F Am
It doesn't get better than this
G
What else could be better than this?
[Refrão]
G
Oh, don't you know? I have seen
F
I have seen the fields aflame
Am
And everything I ever did
G
Was just another way to scream your name
G F
Over and over and over and over again
G F
Over and over and over and over again
G
And we're just children wanting children of our own
F
I wanted space to watch things grow
Am G
But did I dream too big? Do I have to let it go?
F
And what if one day there is no such thing as snow?
Am G
Oh God, what do I know?
And I don't know anything
Except that green is so green
And there's a special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring
[Refrão]
G
Oh, don't you know? I have seen
F
I have seen the fields aflame
Am
And everything I ever did
G
Was just another way to scream your name
G F
Over and over and over and over again
G F
Over and over and over and over again
[Refrão]
G
Oh, don't you know that I have seen
F
I have seen the fields aflame?
Am
But everything I ever did
G
Was just another way to scream your name
