Keane

Perfect Symmetry

Keane


Tom: D

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Intro: D  D/C#  A  A4  Em  G  Bm  A 

(1ª PARTE)
  Bm                              A
I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
                        Em                
Scrolling through the paragraphs
G                    Bm           A
Clicking through the photographs
   Bm                         A
I wish I could make sense of what we do
                  Em      
Burning down the capitals
G                  Bm       A
The wisest of the animals

(PONTE)
G            Bm
Who are you?
              A          G
What are you living for?
             Bm
Tooth for tooth
            A          G
Maybe we'll go one more


(REFRÃO)
      D  D/C#                A         A4    A
This life is lived in perfect symmetry
       Em
What I do
G            Bm         A
That will be done to me

(REPETE 1ª PARTE)
Read page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before

(REPETE PONTE)
Who are you?
What are you fighting for?
Holy truth
Brother I choose

(REPETE REFRÃO)
This mortal life, lived in perfect symmetry
What I do
That will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Love
Maybe you'll feel it too

            G                     Bm                 
And maybe you'll find life is unkind
        A  A4  A
And over so soon
            G                     Bm  
There is no golden gate
                            A  A4  A
There is no heaven waiting for you

                    G
Oh boy, you oughta leave this town
A              
Get out while you can
             D         Bm
The meter's running down
                   G
The voices in the streets you love
A                                  D
Everything is better when you hear that sound
Bm        
Woah!
Em    F#m
Woah!
Bm    A
Woah!

(REPETE REFRAO ATÉ O FINAL)
Spineless dreamers
Hide in churches
Pieces of, pieces of
Rush hour buses
I dream in e-mails
Worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just
Empty pages

Wrap yourself around me
Wrap yourself around me

As the needle slips into the run-out groove
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too

Spineless dreamers (Maybe you'll feel it too)
Hide in churches (Maybe you'll feel it too)
Pieces of, pieces of
Rush hour buses
I dream in e-mails
Worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just
Empty pages