Tom: G
Am D G C
With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do
D G D G
All the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you
A D G C
Write all the sounds, all men traded into worlds where we due to
D G D G
Love, and defined all the leaves that we can speak about
Am D G D
Well, you know where you like that the cinder blocks are taking up our
G D G D
View for a while with the simple mathematics of our
G D G Cm7
Lives and design. There's a head that pointed five degrees to the
G D G D G
Right; do you know there will only be so many of our kind?
G Bm7
Give us some of the ghost notes
Em G
Give us some of the chosen, oh!
C Bm7
Give us some of the closing slots
Em G
Give us some of the falsest hope
Am D G C G
We are lies and go right down through the suction on the great
D G C
Eye and we climb; do you know the knee scrapes represent that we
D G D C
Thought of design? It comes in and rolls you out with thoughts of the
G D G C
World not in line; do you think that they're imaginary
Am D G C
Hearts? It was right to return to pieces of the circle
G D G D
Where we declined. I know military moments will believe
C D G C
Us; it's a sound, and a tick-tock to the world that tells you
D G D G
How you arrive; do you think that we are momentary?
G Bm7
Give us some of the ghost notes
Em G
Give us some of the chosen, oh!
C Bm7
Give us some of the closing slots
Em G
Give us some of the falsest hope
This is where the like, the like rude choir comes in, alright? it goes like this, it's like:
C D G C
'Cause we wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by
G C G D
Night with your thoughts; you know, I am just a literary fox
G C
With a song. They come in like shells and sink right through the
D G D G
World and the rhyme. You know pieces of the poetry go
Am D G D
Out for the cause; does it feel like somethings missing? Time to
G D G C
Concede for a while because all that's right is always; that's what's
Am D G D
Wrong! In your mind are the churches right beneath the stairs of your
G D G C
House and the time, it's the tick-tock going out and weary...
