[Verse 1]
For if love knew what was good for it
It would play it passing for song
Fill an empty house with harmony
And play on after things go wrong
Days and opinions and all of fate’s minions tend to fade like the bang of a gong
There’s a ballad to break any fall, you see
And a rhythm to still any row
There’s a melody for every malady
You’re listening to one right now
Art is made up, but artificial it ain’t
Art is love in clay and words and paint
[Chorus]
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Be the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
[Verse 2]
So what’s life without a few lost bets?
Its no fun if you’re all contrite
What’s life without a few regrets?
If you didn’t fuck up, you weren’t doing it right
Art is made up, but artificial it ain’t
Art is love in clay and words and paint
[Chorus]
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Be the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Bе the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Be thе food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
[Outro]
Play on
(Why you wanna leave?)
Play on
(Right when it was starting to feel real)
Why you wanna leave?
Right when it was starting to feel real
For if love knew what was good for it
It would play it passing for song
Fill an empty house with harmony
And play on after things go wrong
Days and opinions and all of fate’s minions tend to fade like the bang of a gong
There’s a ballad to break any fall, you see
And a rhythm to still any row
There’s a melody for every malady
You’re listening to one right now
Art is made up, but artificial it ain’t
Art is love in clay and words and paint
[Chorus]
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Be the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
[Verse 2]
So what’s life without a few lost bets?
Its no fun if you’re all contrite
What’s life without a few regrets?
If you didn’t fuck up, you weren’t doing it right
Art is made up, but artificial it ain’t
Art is love in clay and words and paint
[Chorus]
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Be the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Bе the food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Be thе food of life
And play on and play on and play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
Play on
[Outro]
Play on
(Why you wanna leave?)
Play on
(Right when it was starting to feel real)
Why you wanna leave?
Right when it was starting to feel real
( Stew (USA) )
www.ChordsAZ.com