C# A#m F# x2
C#
Our thoughts are mounted like specimens;
A#m F#
we have to explain what we find
C#
But the wasteland of possibilities
A#m F#
is playing tricks on my mind
C# F#
So look away, I look away sometimes
C# F#
I look away, I look away sometimes
C# A#m F# x2
C#
Where’s the focus and direction
A#m F#
These currents are dragging us away
C#
Aimless and numb,
A#m F#
Just drift along a little while
C# F#
Just look away, just look away sometimes
C# F#
It goes away, it goes away sometimes
G#
So come on let’s dissect it
F# C#
Let’s cut it up till it’s gone
G#
Let’s break it up into pieces
F# C#
Throw away what we don’t understand
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again somehow
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again in the end
C#
Motives and means
A#m F#
Now they seem like a dream within a dream
C#
Concepts and ideas that don’t
A#m F#
seem to be making any sense
C# F#
Just look away, just look away sometimes
C# F#
It goes away, it goes away sometimes
C# C#
A#m A#m
C# C#
A#m A#m
G#
So come on let’s dissect it
F# C#
Let’s cut it up till it’s gone
G#
Let’s break it up into pieces
F# C#
Throw away what we don’t understand
G#
So come on let’s dissect it
F# C#
Let’s cut it up till it’s gone
G#
Let’s break it up into pieces
F# C#
Throw away what we don’t understand
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again somehow
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again somehow
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again somehow
C# F#
It comes together again, it comes together again in the end
C# A#m F# x4
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