Photobooth

death cab for cutie photobooth standard tuning [ G ] i remember when the [ Em ] days were long , and the [ D ] nights when the living room was [ C ] on the lawn . [ G ] constant quarreling , the [ Em ] childish fits and our [ D ] clothes in a pile on the [ C ] ottoman . [ G ] all the slander and [ Em ] double - speak were only [ D ] foolish attempts to show you [ C ] did not mean [ G ] anything but the [ Em ] blatant proof was your [ D ] lips touching mine in the [ C ] photobooth? [ Am ] and as the [ C ] summer’s ending , [ Em ] the cool [ D ] air will put your [ C ] hard heart away . [ Am ] you were so [ C ] condescending [ Em ] and this is [ D ] all that’s [ C ] left [ Em ] scraping paper to [ D ] docu [ C ] ment . [ Em ] i’ve packed a change of [ D ] clothes and it’s time to move [ G ] on . [ Em ] [ D ] [ C ] [ G ] [ Em ] [ D ] [ C ] [ G ] cup your mouth to com [ Em ] press the sound , skinny [ D ] dipping with the kids from A [ C ] nearby town . [ G ] and everything that i [ Em ] said was true , as the [ D ] flashes blinded us in the [ C ] photobooth . [ G ] well , i lost track , and then those [ Em ] words were said . you took the [ D ] wheel and you steered us in [ C ] to my bed . [ G ] soon we woke and i [ Em ] walked you home , and it was [ D ] pretty clear that it was [ C ] hardly love . [ Am ] and as the [ C ] summer’s ending , [ Em ] the cool [ D ] air will put your [ C ] hard heart away . [ Am ] you were so [ C ] condescending [ Em ] and this is [ D ] all that’s [ C ] left [ Em ] scraping paper to [ D ] docu [ C ] ment . [ Em ] i’ve packed a change of [ D ] clothes and it’s time to move [ G ] on . [ Am ] and as the [ C ] summer’s ending , [ Em ] the cool [ D ] air will rush your [ C ] hard heart away . [ Am ] you were so [ C ] condescending [ Em ] as the [ D ] alcohol [ C ] drained the days . [ Am ] and as the [ C ] summer’s ending , [ Em ] the cool [ D ] air will rush your [ C ] hard heart away . [ Am ] you were so [ C ] condescending [ Em ] and this is [ D ] all that’s [ C ] left [ Em ] the empty bottles , spent [ D ] ciga [ C ] rettes . [ Em ] so pack a change of [ D ] clothes , ’cause it’s time to [ C ] move [ G ] on . chorded by : roithy email : ruthtan@live . com