Capo on the 5th fret When you go and the wind blows you home You were wrong and the fault was your own We were always gonna end up back here Friends who stayed and the ones who disappear Pre-Chorus: The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch I don't sit so well Under banks of Boston You are my blood you are my blood You're hung up to dry and your strange you're strange god knows but your loved loved loved Verse: You was all but your never looking back You were young far too young for words like that We were always gonna end up back here Friends who stayed, ones who raged and wrote and 'appeared Pre-Chorus: The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch I don't sit so well Under banks of Boston You are my blood you are my blood Bridge: You are my blood you are my blood You are my blood you are my blood You're hung up to dry and your strange you're strange god knows but your loved loved loved I don't sit so well Under banks of Boston You are my blood you are my blood