capo 3rd fret(thanks funkybot) G A F# G E A C D G A F# G these withered hands have dug for a dream E A C D sifted through sand and leftover nightmares G A F# G over the hill a desolate wind E A C D turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy G the end A o the end F C we live again Em Asus A o i grow weary of the end o hungry days the footsteps of fools gazing alone through sex-painted windows dredging the night drunk libertines stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland CHORUS BRIDGE: F C E7 love is a plague in a mix-match parade Am F where the castaways look so deranged E Am when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn C Em Asus A A9 A and love will be new never cold and vacant these withered hands have dug for a dream sifted through sand and leftover nightmares CHORUS