[Intro] Bm  G  D  A
        Bm  G  D  A

[Primeira Parte]

Bm                          G
   Deep in a corner of the night
         D                          A
We were lying in the middle of the road
Bm                                 G
   Counting the planes as they flew by
     D                       A
Inconceivable imagining them go
Bm                               G
   And drunk we set the world to rights
       D                             A
As we fell and hit our heads upon the curb
Bm                           G
   You make me laugh until I die
          D                    A
Can you think of any better way to choke?

[Pré-Refrão]

  G             Bm       A              D
Stories told to me and stories told to you
     G            Bm        A                  D
And did you ever feel like they were ringing true?

[Refrão]

     G
And all their words for glory
 A         Bm
Well they all, they sounded empty
 A           D
When we're looking up for heaven
  A
Looking up for heaven
 G                        A
Way down here upon the ground
            Bm
When we're lying in the dirt
   A         D
There's no looking up for heaven
  A
Looking up for heaven

( Bm  G  D  A )

[Segunda Parte]

Bm                            G
   Not everything had gone to plan
        D                                  A
But we made the best of what we had, you know
Bm                                G
   Passing the drink from hand to hand
     D                              A
We admit we really know nothing at all

[Pré-Refrão]

  G             Bm       A              D
Stories told to me and stories told to you
     G              Bm         A                 D
And was it feeling real, and were they ringing true?

[Refrão]

     G
And all their words for glory
 A         Bm
Well they all, they sounded empty
 A           D
When we're looking up for heaven
  A
Looking up for heaven
 G                        A
Way down here upon the ground
            Bm
When we're lying in the dirt
   A         D
There's no looking up for heaven
  A                  Bm
Looking up for heaven

[Ponte]

                             G              Bm
I'll take my chances on the curb here with you
           A                 F#m
We watched the planes leave us behind
        G              Bm
On the curb here with you
           A                 F#m
We watched the planes leave us behind
            G                        A
And...and then you put your hand in mine
     Bm                          A
And pulled me back from things divine
       D                      A
Stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried

[Refrão]

     G
And all their words for glory
 A         Bm
Well they all, they sounded empty
 A           D
When we're looking up for heaven
  A
Looking up for heaven
 G                        A
Way down here upon the ground
            Bm
When we're lying in the dirt
   A         D
There's no looking up for heaven
  A
Looking up