Photobooth taby ukulele według Death Cab For Cutie

(Intro)
G  Em  C  Am     G  Em  C 
Am

G     Em
I remember when the days were long
C        Am
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
G         Em
Constant quarreling the childish fits
         C        Am
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
G     Em
All the slander and double speak
    C       Am
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean,
G                 Em
Anything but the blatant proof
  C                         Am
Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

(Chorus 1)

Am            C  Em         D         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am     C
You were so condescending,
(Chorus riff)
And this is all that's left
(Chorus riff)
Scraping paper to document.
(Chorus riff)
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

G  Em  C  Am     G  Em  C Am

G     Em
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
        C     Am
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
GEm
And everything that I said was true
         C   Am
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
G     Em
Well I lost track when those words were said,
       C              Am
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
G       Em
And soon we woke and I walked you home
    C      Am
And it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.

(Chorus 2)

Am            C  Em         D         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am      C
You were so condescending,
(Chorus riff)
And this is all that's left
(Chorus riff)
Scraping paper to document.
(Chorus riff)
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

G  Em  C  Am     G  Em  C 
Am

Am            C       Em         D         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am      C           Em        D           C
You were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days.
Am            C       Em         D         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am      C
You were so condescending,
(Chorus riff)
And this is all that's left,
(Chorus riff)
The empty bottles spent cigarettes so pack a change of clothes
(Chorus riff)           Em
Cause its time to move on.