Tom: C
F G
If simple habit had a tale to tell
C F
And if the wires could reveal themselves
G
We could begin to trace the ins and outs
C F
The horizon of our length
G
As if the force of it can be controlled
C F
As if sight is an object we can hold
G
Our voices float above the depths of it
C F
What we cannot permeate
[Chorus]
G
Come to my door
C F
Won’t you liven me up with color?
G
Put your pen and paper away
C F
I have no need for you to guess my age
G
I can tie my own laces
C F
Find the solace I seek in other places
G
But I cannot need you more
C F
Too far gone for the semaphore
[Verse 2]
G C
The sight of red’s a cause for new alarm
F
The sound I make can only go so far
G
Today the only thing that I can do
F
Is wait for you
G C
And in this lingering uncertainty
F
The voice across the waves agrees with me:
G
“We pay a very high price to be free
F
And I wonder if it’s enough?”
[Chorus]
G
Come to my door
C F
Won’t you liven me up with color?
G
Put your pen and paper away
C F
I have no need for you to guess my age
G
I can tie my own laces
C F
Find the solace I seek in other places
G
But I cannot need you more
C G F
Too far gone for the semaphore
[Verse 3]
G
And if the force of it will be revealed
F C
We are beholden to it even still
G
What we cannot keep and we cannot kill
C F
What we cannot communicate
G C
It is the quiet voice that says it best
F Fmaj7
There is no certainty to preciousness
F G
We have a friend who holds us in his grasp
C F
And someday he’ll be gone
