The chords we play, ways left to communicate. The roads are paved with plans we made and your head boards never felt so safe. Well they'll reach our grave where you friends and I will kill the lights and hide, oh what a nice surprise.

(Chorus) Don't, don't tell me when its coming (no) don't, don't I just want to see it for myself. Don't breath, don't make a sound cause the song won't stop till the tape runs out.

When melody has nothing to hold, I'll be the last sound that you hear as your eyes close.
And these chords remain we'll use them to exploit the friends we've since forgot, those friends we've lost. You all know just who you are. Cause I've since made graves, but I'm too scared to etch the names for fear that I'm the one who's changed.

(Chorus)

The thought of death, it scares me to death and I don't know why, I don't know. Its just to much to never wake up.

(Chorus)

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Writer(s): John Lennon, Paul McCartney