2 acessos
E|------------| B|------------| G|-8-6-4-2-1--| D|------------| A|------------| E|-7-5-4-2-0--| then E B x4 E B E B Shut out, pimpled and angry E B A B I quietly tied all my guts into knots E B E B Gave up on trying to make them E B A B I Figured it'd take them too long to look up C#m G# A E And besides, it was undeniably clear to me, I don't know why A E D A When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters B I knew the worthless dregs we've always been E B E B Lucked out, found my favourite record E B A B Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall E B E B E The songs that I heard, the occasional book B A B G# Were the only fun I ever took A B E And I got on with making myself (Instrumental, listen for timing to change from E to A, easy to see when Mercer plays it live) E A B E A B G# A B C Now the trick is just making yourself C G But when they're parking their cars on your chest G C You've still got a view of the summer sky C G C To make it hurt twice when your restless body caves to it's whim C B And suddenly struggles to take flight [Riff] E|-------------------| B|-------------------| G|-----0-------------| D|-------------------| A|---2---------------| E|-3-----7-----------| [Alternating Pluck] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|---------------------------------| D|---------------------------------| A|---0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-| E|-7---7---7---7---7---7---7---7---| [Rundown] E|------------| B|------------| G|-8-6-4-2-1--| D|------------| A|------------| E|-7-5-4-2-0--| (Instead of rundown riff, Chords B A G#m F#m can be played here) E B E Three thousand miles north-east B E B A B E I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads E B E B E "What kind of life you dream of? You're allergic to love" B A B C#m Yes I know but I must say in my own defense G# A E It's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why A E D A When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters B I knew the worthless dregs we are The selfless, loving saints we are E The melting, sliding dice we've always been