A D E D E A
come lift your finger over mine you wont be over a long time
A D E D E A
or in the winter heading south you can't be living in your mouth
D E D E A
your mouth i'm not sure what i was sure about
D E D E C#m D E D
about i'm not sure what i was sure about
A D E D E A
where the silent pillars grow they wont be living in the snow
D E D E A D
or underwater with their wings they're building cities on the strings, the strings
E D E A D
you could only hear the boats crashing, crashing
E D E C#m D E D
or building tiny cities on the strings, the strings
D
i know that you have a dream waiting at night beneath the flower
C#m D
painted sheets below the cealing,
D
oh beneath slowly it needs to breathe in deep to let it breathe
C#m D E D
so it can see this world it loves is spinning around it's hard
E D
and now spit on her arms(?)
C#m D E A
but it can't breathe untill this room is dead