Tom: F
Intro:
F - Bb - Dm - C
Verse 1:
F Bb
And the winter moves about
Dm C
Illinois, when my sister picks a fight with the Alexander
F Bb
Boy and my father locks the car
Dm C Bb
by the store, still we figure out the keys and follow him once more
Chorus 1:
Bb F C
Oh my God. We see it on the floor
G Bb
The woman on the bed. The ankle brace she wore
F C
Stones and sled. It could've been some other
G Bb
The mind that knows itself has a mind to say the other
F C
But we run back, scratching at the door...
C
Scratching at the door
Trumpet solo.
F - Bb - Dm - C (x2)
Verse 2:
F Bb
If I'm hiding in the sleeves
Dm C
Of my coat when my father runs undressed
F
He's pointing at my throat
Bb
And my brother has a fit
Dm C
In the snow and the traffic stops for miles
Bb
We take him by the elbow
Chorus 2:
Bb F C
Oh my God. Shuffling in the floor
(Oh my God. No one came)
G Bb
The mind that knows itself is the mind that knows much more
(To ourselves. To carry us away)
F C
So we run back. Scrambling for cover
(Oh my God. No one came)
G Bb
The mind that knows itself has a mind to kill the other
(To ourselves. To carry us away)
F C
Oh my God. He left us now for dead
(Oh my God)
C F
He left us now for dead
