Stitches
Young GunsVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Every hour is a season
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches
I find comfort in decay
How I long to fill my lungs
no words):
So tell me how does it feel to,
Breathe air cold and clean
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
But even under cover I still choke
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they weren't)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
Just a list of lies I've told,
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Gm E G#m F# E G#m E F# (not sure about that, I just leaned on the bass tab from UG)
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2)
two times, second time quietly, almost whispering):
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
(Even if they weren't)
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
(Leave behind the Earth)
There's no poetry in my soul,
Just a list of lies I've told,
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
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Readable chord sheet for Stitches by Young Guns
[Abm] [E] Every [Abm]hour is a season Every [E]minute lasts a day So I s[Abm]it here picking stitches I find [E]comfort in decay How I l[F#]ong to fill my l[E]ungs no words): [Abm] [E] [B] [F#] So tell me how does it f[Abm]eel to, Br[E]eathe air cold and clean 'Cause I[Abm]'ve been living on my knees since I w[E]as seventeen Thought I was s[F#]afe beneath the smo[E]ke, But even under c[F#]over I still cho[E]ke Well my w[Abm]ings were clipped and e[E]ven if they w[B]eren't (Even if they w[F#]eren't) I've not the [Abm]guts to fly and le[E]ave behind the E[B]arth (Leave behind the [F#]Earth) There's no p[Abm]oetry in my s[E]oul, Just a l[B]ist of lies I've t[F#]old, And I d[Abm]on't know how much l[E]onger I can h[B]old [F#]on. G [Abm]Poetry, in my soul. L[E]ist of lies, that I've told... (x2) two times, second time quietly, almost whispering): Well my w[Abm]ings were clipped and e[E]ven if they w[B]eren't (Even if they w[F#]eren't) I've not the [Abm]guts to fly and le[E]ave behind the E[B]arth (Leave behind the [F#]Earth) There's no p[Abm]oetry in my s[E]oul, Just a l[B]ist of lies I've t[F#]old, And I d[Abm]on't know how much l[E]onger I can h[B]old [F#]on.