F G Em Am G
1. Another day I call and never speak
F G Am G D
And you would say nothing's changed at all
F G Em Am G
And I can't feel much hope for anything
F G Am G D
If I won't be there to catch you if you fall
F C
R: Again
G
It seems we meet
F C
In the spaces
G
In between
F C
We always say
G
It won't be long
Am G F
But something's always wrong
2. Another game of putting things aside
As if we'll come back to them some time
A brace of hope a pride of innocence
And you would say something has gone wrong
R: Again...
F G Em Am G
F G Am G D
R: Again...
Am G F
Something's always wrong
Am G
Something's always wrong
