Who Needs Air The Classic Crime The Classic Crime - Who Needs Air I lo[C]ng to taste adventure like the nature of the sea, Always moving[F], always hiding all the creatures from beneath. Singing silent[C] songs of sadness my heart waits for its chance, To dan[F]ce upon the ashes of my burned up little plans. Prechorus And I st[C]and alone before the night.[F] My naked[C]ness is so clear in the glow of the moonl[F]ight. Life is o[Am]ld, but so sh[F]ort. We are yo[Am]ung, we want [F]more. Chor (guitaretab.com)