D
i can't face the days
    G
without her here at night
    D
and eight long years to go
             G
in my lonely life
        D
for the little folds in her eyelids
    G
the gentle sighs in the dark
    D
the way down as a failure
G
isn't too far

D               G         Amin        G
i wouldn't feel better if it were the real thing
D          G           Amin       G
ending the summer with crying and fear
D        G      Amin     G           D
nineteen ninety-nine was such a long year

D
i'm so blue and beat down
   G
so tired from from traveling
    D
but i can't seem to find room
        G
at your inn
D
the wine stain surrounds us
       G
on the pillow that you chewed
    D
but despite your love for murder
G
i'd rather be you

D               G         Amin        G
i wouldn't feel better if it were the real thing
D          G           Amin       G
ending the summer with crying and fear
D        G      Amin     G           D
nineteen ninety-nine was such a long year

D
my eyes are tired beasts
               G
but it doesn't matter in the least
         D
if you'd marry me
              G
we'd kill the priest
    D
and all the congregation
                 G
and i know you'd cry
        D
to have eight long years to go
               G
in your lonely life

D               G         Amin        G
i wouldn't feel better if it were the real thing
D          G           Amin       G
ending the summer with crying and fear
D        G      Amin     G           D
nineteen ninety-nine was such a long year