WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Danny Schmidt - 2020 Vision Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
Db Gb Db Ab Db
[Verse]
Db Gb Db
There’s a face in the distance, they’re all distant now
Gb Db
She’s holding her breath and she’s hiding her mouth
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
We’re walking on opposite sides of the lonely divide
Gb Db
The closer we came the further it felt
Gb Db
Until I crossed the road and then she crossed herself
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
I waved as we passed and she smiled with the bags of her eyes
[Chorus]
Ab Gb Db
Oh 2020, you’re fading away
Gb Db Ab
Your weeks into months and your months into days
Db Gb Db
As they all blur together like tears on the page
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
[Instrumental]
Ab Gb Db
[Verse]
Db Gb Db
A party’s a cocktail we drink all alone
Gb Db
Our friends are a movie we watch on our phone
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
Our parents are teenagers sneaking around in the night
Gb Db
Our children are monkeys that are tied to our wrists
Gb Db
Our houses are wrecking balls tied to a list
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
A plan is a guess where the jester insists that he’s right
[Chorus]
Ab Gb Db
Oh 2020, you’re fading away
Gb Db Ab
Your weeks into months and your months into days
Db Gb Db
As they all blur together like tears on the page
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
[Instrumental]
Ab Gb Db
[Verse]
Db Gb Db
The shelves are as empty as people are scared
Gb Db
Our hands are as clean as the fear in the air
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
Our trust is as blind as the packages left on the porch
Gb Db
We’re lucky if somehow we still have some work
Gb Db
Where all that’s required is wearing a shirt
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
We’re so nonessential, at last we can laugh til it hurts
[Chorus]
Ab Gb Db
Oh 2020, you’re fading away
Gb Db Ab
Your weeks into months and your months into days
Db Gb Db
As they all blur together like tears on the page
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
[Instrumental]
Ab Gb Db
[Verse]
Db Gb Db
I think of my grandparents’ time in the war
Gb Db
That it’s never the same as the same was before
Ab Gb Db Gb Db
If they bomb your cathedral, forever the treasure is gone
Gb Db
At night I hear sirens and songs in the dark
Gb Db
And the roar of propellers like heaves of dry coughs
Ab Gb Db
In the heart of the city, there’s a hole where John Prine still belongs
[Chorus]
Ab Gb Db
Oh 2020, you’re fading away
Gb Db Ab
Your weeks into months and your months into days
Db Gb Db
As they all blur together like tears on the page
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
Ab Gb Db
As if the angels were writing it down
