Tom: Bm Bm A Love is something of an art Bm A When we are led by such divided hearts Bm A Painted black, their centre red Bm A Beating now, they're loaded with regret Bm A Full of memories that you can't neglect D C G Of all the things that you've yet to prove Bm A Oh the times I’ve thought this whole thing through Bm A Lived whole lifetimes in disguise from you Bm A How can I hold to a pale idea Bm A When you've given everything you can Bm A And by everything you feel, you stand D C G But I could never belong to you Bm A For all the troubles of an onward path Bm A The confusion lacks a tragic punch Bm A When we take the desired turns Bm A All we have is all we can find Bm A No-one else can make this mine