[Verse 1]
The s[Bm]ellers of flowers
B[G]uy up old roses
They [F]pull off dead petals
Like [Am]old heads of lettuce
And s[Em]ell 'em as new ones
For c[G]heaper and fairer
But they [D]die by the morning
So wh[F]o is the winner?
[Chorus]
N[Bb]ot the roses
N[Dm]ot the buyers
N[A]ot the sellers
Maybe winter
[Verse 2]
Cause [Bm]winter is coming
S[G]oon after summer
It r[F]uns faster, faster
C[Am]hasing off Autumn
We g[Em]o from a warm sun to o[G]nly a white sun
We g[D]o from a large sun to [F]only a small one
[Verse 3]
Whe[Bm]n I was a small girl I w[G]alked through the market
Hol[F]ding my dad's hand, m[Am]itten in gloved hand
At [Em]night there were roses lit [G]up in glass boxes
The[D] heat-lamps would keep them from f[F]reezing in winter
[Verse 4]
W[Bb]e never bought them but some[Dm]body must have
M[A]aybe they made it or m[A7]aybe they froze up
B[Bb]efore any person had put them in water
A[A]nd hoped that they'd still be alive by the morning
[Chorus]
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
[Bb]Not those waking
O[A#(b5)]n a dark night
T[A]hrough a memory
They're forgetting
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
[Verse 5]
S[Bm]omebody steps on a l[D]ight through a t[F#m]unnel
T[Bm]hey're holding a piece of their m[D]ind in the r[F#m]ubble
Faug F#m A D A D
Hold on I won't let go
[Bm]I wa[A]nt to k[G]now
[Instrumentation]
[Verse 6]
But [Bm]no one lives long enough
T[G]o see the outcome
To k[F]now any answers
To k[Am]now what the point is
To k[Em]now if the winter
E[G]ver came closer
T[D]han on that night
When I wa[F]lked with my father
[Verse 7]
A s[Bb]mall piece of ice
Lod[Dm]ged in my mind
Lod[A]ged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
Co[Gm]ld all around, cold all around
Wa[A]rm from inside, warm from inside
[Chorus]
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
[Outro]
[Bb]Not those waking
O[A#(b5)]n a dark night
T[A]hrough a memory
They're forgetting
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner? [A] [Gm] [Edim] [Dm]
The s[Bm]ellers of flowers
B[G]uy up old roses
They [F]pull off dead petals
Like [Am]old heads of lettuce
And s[Em]ell 'em as new ones
For c[G]heaper and fairer
But they [D]die by the morning
So wh[F]o is the winner?
[Chorus]
N[Bb]ot the roses
N[Dm]ot the buyers
N[A]ot the sellers
Maybe winter
[Verse 2]
Cause [Bm]winter is coming
S[G]oon after summer
It r[F]uns faster, faster
C[Am]hasing off Autumn
We g[Em]o from a warm sun to o[G]nly a white sun
We g[D]o from a large sun to [F]only a small one
[Verse 3]
Whe[Bm]n I was a small girl I w[G]alked through the market
Hol[F]ding my dad's hand, m[Am]itten in gloved hand
At [Em]night there were roses lit [G]up in glass boxes
The[D] heat-lamps would keep them from f[F]reezing in winter
[Verse 4]
W[Bb]e never bought them but some[Dm]body must have
M[A]aybe they made it or m[A7]aybe they froze up
B[Bb]efore any person had put them in water
A[A]nd hoped that they'd still be alive by the morning
[Chorus]
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
[Bb]Not those waking
O[A#(b5)]n a dark night
T[A]hrough a memory
They're forgetting
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
[Verse 5]
S[Bm]omebody steps on a l[D]ight through a t[F#m]unnel
T[Bm]hey're holding a piece of their m[D]ind in the r[F#m]ubble
Faug F#m A D A D
Hold on I won't let go
[Bm]I wa[A]nt to k[G]now
[Instrumentation]
[Verse 6]
But [Bm]no one lives long enough
T[G]o see the outcome
To k[F]now any answers
To k[Am]now what the point is
To k[Em]now if the winter
E[G]ver came closer
T[D]han on that night
When I wa[F]lked with my father
[Verse 7]
A s[Bb]mall piece of ice
Lod[Dm]ged in my mind
Lod[A]ged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
Co[Gm]ld all around, cold all around
Wa[A]rm from inside, warm from inside
[Chorus]
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
W[Bb]ho's the winner?
N[Dm]ot the roses
N[A]ot the buyers
Not the sellers
N[Bb]ot the tellers
Of these stories
N[A]ot the fathers
Not their children
[Outro]
[Bb]Not those waking
O[A#(b5)]n a dark night
T[A]hrough a memory
They're forgetting
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner?
M[A]aybe winter, maybe winter
W[Eb]ho's the winner? Who's the winner? [A] [Gm] [Edim] [Dm]
