Thorn Without A Rose

pretty sure it’s correct , after all the messed up versions . . . it’s in a different key though , but as you might know , you can adjust that with the function on the left side of the page . Em walking a lonely road in the dark C a scent of rain Em under wings of a clouded sky C is it a losing game Am running after pictures Em slowly slipping away Am G trying to take hold of a memory Em do you remember the days when forever C had only just begun Em you reach for the distance C and when you arrive the distance is gone already gone Am C Am C withered roses in the rear view mirror G fade away and rain came late Am was it all worth it C Am when its all been proven just an illusion? G a distant memory for ( Chorus ) C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am what’s gonna be left F G but a thorn without roses C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am we’re gonna take hold F Em of a thorn without a rose Em C laid out of a hedge of thorns around my heart C pricking your fingers Em our reason and soul C tearing you and me apart Am C Am C bed of roses in the rear view mirror G it turns to thorns G to a bed of thorns Am C Am C i’d never known that dying embers G would hurt more than the blazing fire we lit ( Chorus ) C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am what’s gonna be left F G but a thorn without roses C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am we’re gonna take hold F G of a thorn without a rose Am F why do you think that you have lost G there ain’t nobody who has not Am F it ain’t right what i feel G i’ll been begging on my knees Am F for the sun to rise again - yeah Em for yours and mine G another time ( Chorus ) C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am what’s gonna be left F G but a thorn without roses C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am we’re gonna take hold F G C G Am F of a thorn without a roooooooooooose C Am what’s gonna be left F G but a thorn without roses C G Am F tomorrow , in the palm of our hands C Am we’re gonna take hold F Em of a thorn . . . without a rose