INTRO [Am] [G] [F] [G] VERSE 1 [Am]As I lay beneath this b[G]roken dead tree, [F]she reminds me through s[G]ong [Am]Nothing pure to celebra[G]te, broken pedals fill my he[F]ad, like a dead symp[G]hony [Am]Pile on, pile on, but no[G]thing but the beat of her he[F]art, in my head[G] PRE-CHORUS [Am]I should be fine, the sun's so bright, looks...