| E | B | G#m | E |And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared | E | B | G#m | E |In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E |I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
| B | G#m | E | B F# |Was it all just sleight of hand? Another trick that fate has played on us again| B | G#m | E | B F# | Two heads in the sand I hear you talking but I just can't understand | E | F# |Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire| E | F# | Can't go forward, can't go back again (back again)
| E | B | G#m | E |And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared | E | B | G#m | E |In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E |I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
| B | G#m | E | B F# |Flying high with both eyes closed Almost touched the sun, I guess we got too close | B | G#m | E | B F# |Now I'm dancing on my own But the music's not as good when you're alone | E | F# |Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire| E | F# |Can't go forward, can't go back again
| E | B | G#m | E |And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared | E | B | G#m | E |In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E |I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
| B | G#m | We wanna talk but we don't wanna listen We play pretend but we both know it's missing | E | B F# |If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself| B | G#m | We wanna talk but we don't wanna listen We play pretend but we both know it's missing | E | B F# |If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself
| E | B | G#m | E |And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared | E | B | G#m | E |In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E | G#m F#/A# B D#m | E |I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
