Tom: F#m
Intro
F#m G#m A B C#m D E
B F#m
Dead lungs command it.
B F#m
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
B F#m
And show us you've earned it
B F#m
The cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes
E F#m
So long to this wretched form
E F#m
Them grey eyes on the subway.
E F#m
Long before you were born
D E
You were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.
B F#m
"Listen now we won't tell anyone
B F#m
But you gonna tell the world
B F#m
This whole life ain't been any fun.
B F#m
Now your viscera unfurls,
E F#m
as you rise. Rise from your burning fiat and
E F#m
go. Go get my suitcase, would you?
E F#m D
You've thoroughly blown their minds and now I must
E
Have passage home. Your life. Just two veins from your heart."
B F#m x 3
D E
F#m G#m
You're not invisible now.
A B
You just don't exist.
C#m D
Your mother must be so proud.
E
You sublimate yourself granting us a wish
B F#m x 2
B F#m
A primitive mural on the wall
B F#m
to fortify your grim resolve.
B F#m
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
B F#m
Another grain of indigent salt for the
E F#m
sea. Good night to these wretched forms.
E F#m
All them grey eyes on the subway.
E F#m D
So long before you were born you were always
E
to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.
