The Wrong Direction taby ukulele według Passenger

Intro: Bb F C Dm
       Bb F C Dm

              Bb                              F
When I was a kid the things i did were hidden under the grid
            C                                     Dm
Young and naive, i never believed that love could be so well hid
        Bb                                  F
With regret I'm willing to bet they say the older you get
         C                           Dm
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
    Bb                           F
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
     C                               Dm
The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin' hurt
    Bb                                   F
You build your heart of plastic, you're cynical and sarcastic
    C
and end up in the corner on your own

          Bb                              F
'Cos I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection
   C                        Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
   Bb                             F
I thought i was close, but under further inspection
    C                               Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction

Bb F C Dm 
Bb F C Dm
     
               Bb(mute)                            F(mute) 
So what's the point in getting your hopes up, when all you're ever getting is 

choked up?
              C(mute)                          Dm(mute) 
When you're choked up, and can't remember the reason why you broke up
        Bb(mute)                            F(mute) 
You'll call her in the morning when you're coming down and falling
        C(ring)                         
Like an old man on the side of the road
             Bb            
When you're apart, you don't wanna mingle
               F                            
When you're together you wanna be single
          C                                    Dm
Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle
           Bb
How much greener the grass is
               F
Through those rose tinted glasses
         C(ring)
And the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our asses

          Bb                              F
'Cos I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection
   C                         Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
    Bb                            F
I thought i was close, but under further inspection
    C                               Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction
         F                         F
There's fish in the sea for me to make a selection
     C                           Dm
I'd jump in, if it wasn't for my ear infection
     Bb                         F
'Cos all I wanna do was try to make a connection
        C                              Dm
But it seems I've been running in the wrong direction

Bb F C Dm 
Bb F C Dm

     Bb                              F
I'd love to feel love, but i can't stand the rejection
   C                        Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
    Bb                            F
I thought i was close, but under further inspection
    C                               Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction

    Bb                               F
I'd love to feel love, but i can't stand the rejection
   C                        Dm
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
       Bb                              F
And I thought I was close, but under further inspection
    C                               Dm
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction


Bb     F        C                               Dm
            It seems I've been running in the wrong direction
 
Bb     F        C                               Dm
            It seems I've been running in the wrong direction 

Bb     F        C                               Dm
            It seems I've been running in the wrong direction 

Bb     F        C(mute)                                 Dm(ring)
            It seems I've been running in *break* the wrong direction