Tom: Am Am G The name of every landlord is displayed out on the awning Am G And the farmers in the amber fields were harmonized in yawning Dm G C As the memory of the ghost hung at the exit Dm G And the city doctor called in feeling head sick Em Am All the freedom-founding fathers, altogether speak too soon Em Am The sounds that mutter underneath, the glowing, Greek blue moon C Dm Am As tide rose up beyond the walking trail C D Soon un-hibernated every mocking gale React to it at your leisure, modern pressure G C/G C/G G x2 [Verse 2] Am G All the street were filled with carbon and a pack of trembling dogs Am G The weather comes in from the east and spills a Kremlin fog Dm G C As they filled the holes of every open tomb Dm G Near the factories of dirty broken looms Em Am The sky was open wide and it was pouring Civil War Em Am The body that you carry once comprised of simple lore C Dm Am Where the iceman at the cinema wrote anagrams C D But no one could blow past your little diaphragm The stillness of the changing weather, modern pressure G C/G C/G G x2 [Verse 3] Am G That oasis sometimes lingers like a patch of blackened ice Am G And the cellars of the ruins have been locked and packed in twice Dm G C Only names are what remain to label you Dm G Where I heard the prayers of sex and table food Em Am Off beyond the sunrise waits another pounding storm Em Am Somewhere from the rubble sounds of nothing sounding born C Dm Am And the zero ground of future battle sights C D While the gods still fill our heads with satellites