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