Verse 1:
D Bm
Here's to you, the same chords that I stole
A D
From a song that I once heard
Bm A
The Same melody I borrowed from the void
D Bm
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
A
The characters are thin;
D Bm
The plot does not develop
A D
It ends where it begins
Link D Bm A (2x)
Verse 2:
D
It's on the screen, in paperbacks
Bm A
In section 8 and cul-de-sacs
D
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
Bm A
Are moving me along
Em
Along
Link: G D G D
D
You cut my hair
Bm A
You left red ink everywhere
Em
Do my hands tell a story?
A
Is it boring? (2x)
Link (Palm Muted): D Bm A
Verse 3:
D
What I'd give to force your sigh
Bm A
What I'd give to see you cry
D
What I'd give for your caress
Bm
To see your blue cotton dress
A
Balled up on the floor
D
Certain memories are the problem
Bm A D
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Bm
Seven hundred miles and four years
A D
I can't fight the flame; it burns
G
Burns, and it burns and it burns.
D
You cut my hair
Bm A
You left red ink everywhere
Em
Do my hands tell a story?
A
Is it boring? (2x)
Outro:
D
Was I wishing on satellites?
A D
Tell me how you've been doing that trick
A D
I'm just wishing the flame away
A D
Now I'm wishing the flame away