[C]You say you got no problem, [Em]Being where you are, You don’t [F]want to understand, any[C]way. Cause everybody tells ya, [Em]When you’re right or wrong, And they just[F] want to have the right to dis[C]agree. [Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah And [F]sometimes you [C]fall, [Am]Tomorrow’s always [Em]find you, [F]Digging for the [C]bones, I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer, For[F] always being [C]right. You [Am]always see it [Em]coming, But you [F]never ever [C]fight, You [F]don’t know how to fight. There’s a [C]cold wind blowing, [Em]On a silvery morning, And the [F]air feels fine upon your[C] face. And you walk cause your lonely, And you [Em]wish you had a job, Someone [F]else who understood the [C]little things. [Am]Cause sometimes you [Em]feel so fine, yeah And [F]sometimes you [C]fall, To[Am]morrow’s always [Em]finds you, [F]Staring at the [C]wall. I [Am]thought you had the [Em]answer, For [F]always being [C]right. You [Am]always see it [Em]coming, But you [F]never ever [C]fight, No, you [F]don’t know how to fight. And you [C]turn on the T.V. And you [Em]reach for the phone, Because [F]someone read the news to you all [C]wrong. And you say that you’ve discovered, A [Em]world that won’t recover, And [F]sometimes it’s so hard to dis[C]agree. To[Am]morrow’s always [Em]finds you, [F]Staring at the [C]wall. You[Am] thought you had the [Em]answer, For [F]always being [C]right. You [Am]always see it [Em]coming, But you [F]don’t know how to [C]fight, No, you [F]don’t know how to fight. © 4AD, Written by Neil Halstead Transcribed by Shane Hendersson & Henrik