Capotraste 3° casa Tom: Am Intro: |-----3----------0----------3----------0--0-------| |-------3----1----------------3----1----------1-3-| |--2-----------0---2-----2-----------0----2-------| |--2------2--------------2------2-----------------| |---------0----3----(2)---------0----3------------| |--1-----------------1---1----------------1-------| |-----3----------0---------------------0--0----------------------| |-------3----1--------------1-3----1-----------3---------1-------| |--2-----------0---2-----2-----------0----2----4----5----2--0--2-| |--2------2--------------2------2------------------------------2-| |---------0----3----(2)---------0----3--------------3----0-------| |--1-----------------1---1----------------1----3----4------------| |-----3----------0----------3----------0--0--|-----| |-------3----1----------------3----1---------|-1-3-| |--2-----------0---2-----2-----------0----2--|-----| |--2------2--------------2------2------------|-----| |---------0----3----(2)---------0----3-------|-----| |--1-----------------1---1----------------1--|-----| |-----3----------0------| |-------3----1----------| |--2-----------0---2----| |--2------2-------------| |---------0----3--------| |--1-----------------1--| Am You may tire of me C As our December sun is setting F G Because I'm not who I used to be Am No longer easy on the eyes C F But these wrinkles masterfully disguise G The youthful boy below Who turned your way and saw Something he was not looking for Both a beginning and an end But now he lives inside Someone he does not recognize When he catches his reflection on accident On the back of a motorbike With your arms outstretched, trying to take flight Leaving everything behind But even at our swiftest speed We couldn't break from the concrete And the city where we still reside And I have learned That even landlocked lovers yearn For the sea like navy men Because now we say goodnight From our own seperate sides Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed Like brothers on a hotel bed You may tire of me As our December sun is setting Because I'm not who I used to be