Roses Chords by Poets Of The Fall

_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
_ I [C] walked the distance, I [G] paid my dues, and I [D] tried to have a go at what I thought I knew [G] was real.
_ [D] Helmopia.
_ I've [G] been to places, I've seen the titans, I [D] bought a book of rules for [Em] every coin that I could steal.
[G] _ _ [D] _
[Em] And so I [G] came to gaze [F#m] upon [Em] the star.
[C] _ _ [G] One [D] day we're yet [Em] unborn, and consequent [G] litter of [F#m] my [Em] old sky.
[C] _ [G] And the mask I [D] had on wore.
[F#] So [C] when I'm crying [G] alone, _ [D] _
_ [E] yeah, [C] when I'm cold as [G] a dying [D]
wind,
[Em] So throw [C] me a garden [G] of wrong [D]
music.
[Em] Paint [C] me the colors [G] of skull [D]
and [Em] brain.
Teach [C] me to speak with [G] their [D] voices.
_ [Em] Show [C] me the way and [G] I'll try [E] _
[Em] again.
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Em] I [G] heard the rumors, I started fires, I sold a starting [Em] line of plays for keeps for [G] what I need.
_ Behold the demons [Em] that I've freed.
I've [G] done my best at [D] wearing the hide hat, but healing doesn't seem to [Em] happen when you hide away [C] the seed.
[G] _ _ _
[Em] I saw [G] a came across [F#m] the medicine [Em] there, [C] _ [G] and it showed me what [E] I've forlorn.
For if [C] I'm stayed, [G] it [F#m] happens by my [Em] own hand.
[G] _ And my own voice [D] was a score.
[E] So [C] when I'm crying [G] alone, [D] _
_ [Em] yeah, [Cm] when I'm cold as [G] a dying [D] wind,
[Em] So throw [C] me a garden [G] of wrong [D]
music.
[Em] Paint [C] me the colors [G] of skull [D]
and [Em] brain.
Teach [C] me to speak with [G] their [D] voices.
_ [Em] Show [C] me the way and [G] I'll try [D] _
again.
[Em] Without you [Bm] I am nothing [C] at all.
[D] _ [Em] And life has [Bm] the face of [C] a morbid [D] game.
[Em] With you nothing [Bm] is [G] impossible.
[D] It all seems [G] to fit [Am] the [C] frame.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] So [C] when I'm crying [G] alone, [D] _ _ [Em] yeah, [Cm] when I'm cold as [D] a dying [Em] wind,
So throw [C] me a garden [G] of wrong [D] music.
[Em] Paint [C] me the colors [G] of skull [D] and [Em] brain.
Teach [C] me to speak with [G] their [D] voices.
_ [Em] Show [C] me the way and [G] I'll try [D] _ [Em] again.
Throw [G] me a garden of wrong [F#m] songs.
[Em] _ [C] Paint me the colors [G] of skull _ [E] and [Em] brain.
Teach [G] me to speak with their [F#m] voices.
_ [Em] Show [G] me the way and I'll [D] try [Em] again.
Throw [G] me a garden of wrong [D] music.
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _