Biography:
Patrick Park is an American singer-songwriter and guitarist.
Park grew up in Morrison, Colorado. He was exposed to the arts at an early age: his mother was a published poet, and his father was a doctor who enjoyed playing folk and blues records and the guitar at home. Park himself began to write songs in his early teens and played in bands starting in middle school.
He moved to New York City to try and start a music career, but left after less than eight months for Los Angeles
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Other songs:
- Life Is A Song
- Life Is A Song (the Oc Finale)
- Something Pretty
- Blackbird Through The Dark
- Break Free
- Bullets By The Door
- Everyones In Everyone
- Here We Are
- My Holding Hand Is Empty
- Nothings Lost
- Past Poisons
- Pawn Song
- Starry Night
- Stay With Me Tomorrow
- The House Is Burning Down
- The Long Night
- The Lucky Ones
- Thunderbolt
- We Fall Out Of Touch
- You Were Always The One
- Your Smiles A Drug
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Amaj7 x02120
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Intro:
A / Amaj7 / D / A (x2)
Verse:
A Amaj7 D A
Here we are with burning skin
A Amaj7 D A
Where we've always been
A Amaj7
And we all collide
D A
In the rising tide
A Amaj7 D A
Then weather in the wind
A Amaj7
We live our lives
D A
Like hands are tied
A Amaj7 D A
And dead in days of dreaming
A Amaj7
Embrace the race
D A
Of every days
A Amaj7 D A
But forsake the feeling
F#m D A
Are we killing time
F#m D E
While these days unwind?
Chorus:
F#m D A E
We can't see past our own sad stories
F#m D A E
And wonder what we're missing
F#m D A E
We can't see past our own sad stories
F#m D A E
And forget how to listen
D E
Oh, oh...
But did there ever come a time
When things weren't so defined?
We've given new names
To our hopes and our pain
But love just gets harder to find
We wrestle with what we think we should say
And hang ourselves out in the air
But most of the time
I think you'll find
The world's just pretending to care
And it's a crying shame
How we get so trained
We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're missing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget how to listen
We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're doing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget who it is we're fooling
Well, here we are with burning skin
Where we've always been
GSS
Amaj7 x02120
D xx4232
F#m 244222
E 022100
Intro:
A / Amaj7 / D / A (x2)
Verse:
A Amaj7 D A
Here we are with burning skin
A Amaj7 D A
Where we've always been
A Amaj7
And we all collide
D A
In the rising tide
A Amaj7 D A
Then weather in the wind
A Amaj7
We live our lives
D A
Like hands are tied
A Amaj7 D A
And dead in days of dreaming
A Amaj7
Embrace the race
D A
Of every days
A Amaj7 D A
But forsake the feeling
F#m D A
Are we killing time
F#m D E
While these days unwind?
Chorus:
F#m D A E
We can't see past our own sad stories
F#m D A E
And wonder what we're missing
F#m D A E
We can't see past our own sad stories
F#m D A E
And forget how to listen
D E
Oh, oh...
But did there ever come a time
When things weren't so defined?
We've given new names
To our hopes and our pain
But love just gets harder to find
We wrestle with what we think we should say
And hang ourselves out in the air
But most of the time
I think you'll find
The world's just pretending to care
And it's a crying shame
How we get so trained
We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're missing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget how to listen
We can't see past our own sad stories
And wonder what we're doing
We can't see past our own sad stories
And forget who it is we're fooling
Well, here we are with burning skin
Where we've always been
GSS
Patrizio Buanne
Patsy Cline
Patti Page
Patti Smith
Patty Bravo