Tom: A
F#m G A
It all spans out on a plane
Bm A D E E7
Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains
F#m G A
The boy before the pain
Bm A D E E7
Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands taking control
G A -
But what can you do to prove it
F#m G A
The flat waste of a life
Bm A D E E7
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife
F#m G A
There's an incline to the floor
Bm A D E E7
And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
But it's your perception alone
Bm A
Of grey hands have taken control
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A -
Look man, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
There's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
F#m G A -
Bm A D E E7
D A
It builds up, then it breaks down
G D
It's your perception alone
Bm A
With your hand over your mouth
G D
God forbid it gets out
Bm A
The grey hands have got you in tow
G A
But what can you do to prove it
G A
Look boy, there's nothing to it
Bm F#m
What are you really getting at when you sing?
Bm F#m
It's something wrong and beautiful
Bm F#m
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
G A
The voice bleeds through the wall, no Jimmy no
