No Maps Of The Past

E                          C#m       A
 When I look out the window, I only see my reflection
E                    C#m    A
 No memory crescendos, no past-year possessions
F#m
 Where did all of our time go?
B
 Like a ladder with no bottom
F#m
 And each rung passing below:
B
 I'€™ve already forgot them

E                                 C#m          A
 How did I love you the first time we realized that we both did?
E                                 C#m               A
 And all of the canyons in my mind were suddenly crossed upon your bridges
F#m                        B
 How did I used to hold you before you knew that you needed it?
F#m                             B
 If everything always feels new, then what if nothing is?

A               E           C#m              B
 I'€™m trying to find my way back to where we started
A           E            C#m         B
 My tired mind holds no maps of the past
A                E                  C#m          B
 If you are the wine, then I'€™m the headache you part with
A             E              C#m  B           E
 Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass

A E C#m B
A E B

E                            C#m        A
 When the rain comes tomorrow, and the sun peeks through small cracks
E                            C#m     A
 Then I'll see you're an echo of a sound I can't get back
F#m                           B
 Where did all of our time go? What is it that we don’t know we'€™re missing?
F#m                         B
 There is no hope in photos if I can'€™t remember the feelings within them and

A               E           C#m              B
 I'€™m trying to find my way back to where we started
A           E            C#m         B
 My tired mind holds no maps of the past
A                E                  C#m          B
 If you are the wine, then I'€™m the headache you part with
A             E              C#m  B           A
 Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass

F#m                         B              C#m   B       A
 Oh, the saints go marching out with their faces full of doubt
F#m                     B
 That we meant the promises
     C#m B      A       B     A
 Well, I can'€™t remember if we did

A               E           C#m              B
 I'€™m trying to find my way back to where we started
A           E            C#m         B
 My tired mind holds no maps of the past
A                E                  C#m          B
 If you are the wine, then I'€™m the headache you part with
A             E              C#m  B           E
 Leaving us blind to why we ever poured the glass

 A         E         C#m  B         A     E
 Darling, why did we ever pour the glass?

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