Intro: tab open low E, 2nd fret low E, then into GGC
Sunday morning grows in the palm of her hand
DC
Said he don't understand, and he never will
Said he's got a thorn of mine, in that empty head
And it's been hurting him there
Now that i'm gone
GC
But I can't be everything
DC
I can't live up to that,I just can't
He said he's got a bone to pick
Cause i've been wearing him down
And he's not working it out
No not even now
GC
And that silver lining is on it's way out
D
I'm sitting alone on this cloud
C
Watching the rain fall down
He don't think about the sky above
I said it's not even love,it's not even love
That he's been giving me
The glass is empty
Monday morning, staring at a photograph
Said it wouldn't end like that
And then it did
They said there's a storm comin'
To this empty town
Well let it strike me down
Down to the bone
Cause it can't be everything
No, you can't expect that
You just can't
He said there was sun behind every cloud
Well where is it now?
Now that you're gone
And that silver lining is on it's way out
I'm sitting alone on this cloud
Watching the rain fall down
And we don't think about the sky above
I said it's not even love,it's not even love
That he's been giving me
The glass is empty
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