The Killers - A matter of time

You're ^Bmlooking for a way out ^BmI can feel it (^Auh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) Come on, ^Emshow me where it hurts Maybe ^EmI can heal it (^Bmuh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) Your ^Bmfeelings are your own Now you ^Bmkeep 'em under lock and ^Akey (uh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) You got me ^Emdrivin' through the streets For an ^Emanswer to the mystery (^Bmuh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh)

^G The world's still ^Dweak on Charleston ^AAvenue ^G Outside that ^Dvacant Starlight Mo^Atel I see you ^G Laughing with your g^Dirlfriends Not a ^Acare in the world, not a ^Bmburden ^Aon your ^Emmind It was a ^Emmatter of ^Bmtime

There's a ^Bmpanic in this house and it's ^Bmbound to surface (^Auh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) Just ^Emwalkin' through the front door ^Emmakes me nervous (^Bmuh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) It's ^Bmcreepin' up the floorboards, ^Bmgot me wondering where I stand (^Auh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh) I cannot ^Emput out the fire, I got a ^Embook of matches in my hand (^Bmuh-oh oh oh oh oh-uh oh uh-oh)

^G When we first ^Dmet, headstrong and ^Afilled with doubt ^G Made just enough hustling ^Dtables that summer to ^Atake you out, I was... ^G fallin' back on fo^Drever when you ^Atold me about your ^Bmheart You laid it ^Aon the ^Gline (uh-oh oh uh-^Doh oh) ^{A G} (Yeah-eh ah yeah-^Deh ah) ^{A G} Laughing with your ^Dgirlfriends Not a ^Acare in the world Not a ^Bmburden ^Aon your ^Emmind (You're hanging on the line!) ^Em It was j^Gust a m^Aatter It was a ^Dma^Atter of ^Gtime

We'd ^Gfind ourselves a ^Aplace, we be^Bmlong in this fo^Arever Ain't ^Dthat what it's all ^Aabout? Make the ^Gpromise and ^Akeep it Come ^Bmhell or high ^Awater ^DWe'd ^Afigure it o^Gut It was the ^Gnight, it was the ^Amoon It was the ^Bmgreen grass in the ^Agarden The ^Dvictory and the ^Asin I know you're ^Gweary, ^Alook at me ^BmFlailing in the ^Acorner Here's the ^Emtowel Go ^D/F#on, throw it ^Gin

^G It was a ^Dma^Atter of ^Gtime Can't you ^Gsee that it's ^Atearing me ^Bmup in^Aside? Look what's ^Dlaying at our ^Afeet That's the ^Gwreckage of ^Abroken dreams And ^Bmburned out ^Ahalos And it's ^Emhere ^D/F#on our ^Gstreet (uh-oh oh oh uh-oh oh oh)