Capo 1
[Em]Driving home with nowhere to [Am]be [Em]passing ghosts that tire of [Am]sleep
[Em]Blurry faces staring at [Am]me they’re [Em]staring but they don’t see a [Am]thing
I’ve been [C]dying to love, dying to love, dying to [Em]love
One more [C]second’s enough, second to love, second to [Em]love
I’ve been [Em]dying to love, dying to love, dying to [Am]love
One more [C]second’s enough, second to love, second to [D]love
[Em]Stepping stones that bloody your [Am]feet [Em]sirens holding flowers of [Am]teeth
[Em]They call your name from ivory [Am]streets But [Em]heaven isn’t quite what it [Am]seems
I’ve been [Em]dying to love, dying to love, dying to [Am]love
One more [C]second’s enough, second to love, second to [D]love
I’ve been [Em]dying to love, dying to love, dying to [Am]love
One more [C]second’s enough, second to love, second to [D]love
They circle over the [Em]stain, my essence [C]slipping a[Am]way
Waiting their turn for a [D]taste
So tell me how does it [Em]taste? And[C] was it all worth the [Am]wait?
So was it worth what it [D]takes?