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