Intro: C verse 1: C We walk out the cinema C About to go our separate ways F And I, I almost wave you back F When you let your hair fall in your face Am And I often wonder why the things that I want are so hard to find F But I often fail to see the things that I need are right here by my side. Pre-Chorus G Something in the air is giving me bad ideas G Something in the air is giving me dangerous thoughts, like Chorus: