Letter to Elise(Chords)

	        
     A                               E
Oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
                             F#m
I just can't stay here every yesterday
                    D
like keep on acting out the same

the way we act out
A
every way to smile

forget
    E
and make-believe we never needed
F#m
any more than this
D
any more than this

    A                               E
oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
                         F#m
I know i'll never really get inside of you
             D
to make your eyes catch fire

the way they should
A
the way the blue could pull me in
        E
if they only would

if they only would
   F#m                                       D
at least I'd lose this sense of sensing something else

that hides away
A
from me and you

there're worlds to part
     E
with aching looks and breaking hearts
    F#m
and all the prayers your hands can make
   D
oh I just take as much as you can throw
A
and then I throw it all away
E
oh I throw it all away
F#m
like throwing faces at the sky
     D
like throwing arms around
E
yesterday

I stood and stared
     F#m
wide-eyed in front of you
    E
and the face I saw looked back
          F#m
the way I wanted to
      E
but I just can't hold my tears away
    F#m
the way you do

  G                   F#m
elise believe I never wanted this
  G                                     F#m
I thought this time I'd keep all of my promises
  G                                F#m
I thought you were the girl always dreamed about
      Bm
but I let the dream go
        D
and the promises broke
                         A
and the make-believe ran out...

    A
so elise
                           E
it doesn't matter what you say
                             F#m
I just can't stay here every yesterday
                    D
like keep on acting out the same

the way we act out
A
every way to smile

forget
    E
and make-believe we never needed
F#m
any more than this
D
any more than this

    A                           E
and every time I try to pick it up

like falling sand
F#m
as fast as I pick it up
         D
it runs away through my clutching hands
            A
and there's nothing else I can really do
E
there's nothing else I can really do
F#m
there's nothing else I can really do
   D
at all...
	        

Written by Perry Bamonte/Simon Gallup/Robert Smith/Porl Thompson/Boris Williams