Stitches Young Guns Intro: G#m E (x2) Verse 1: Every [G#m]hour is a season Every [E]minute lasts a day So I s[G#m]it here picking stitches I find [E]comfort in decay How I l[F#]ong to fill my l[E]ungs Chorus (no words): G#m E B F# (x2) Verse 2: So tell me how does it f[G#m]eel to, Br[E]eathe air cold and clean 'Cause I[G#m]'ve been living on my knees since I w[E]as seventeen Thought I was s[F#]afe beneath the smo[E]ke, But even under c[F#]over I still cho[E]ke Chorus: Well my w[G#m]ings w (guitaretab.com)