Standard (EADGBE)
- on string
- on low
(for the the Gsus chord, it changes from a Gsus to a G at the second up strum you hit)
Oh my God, look around this place,
Fingers reach around the bone,
You set the break, you set the tone,
Flights of grace, and future falls,
In present pain, all fools say,
Oh my God
(This pattern continues for the next two verses)
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed,
There is no cure for our disease,
Turn a phrase, and rise again,
Or fake your death, and only tell, your closest friends,
Oh my God
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
All drift away
And a mother cries
(Here it is silent until noted. When the chords are played, they are just strummed
out, there is no introduction note)
Liars and fools, sons and failures,
Theives will always say
Lost and found, ailing wanderers,
Healers always say
Whores and angels, men with problems,
Leavers always say
(The rest of the chords are as above until noted)
Broken hearted, seperated,
Orphans always say
War-creators, racial-haters,
Preachers always say
Distant fathers, fallen warriors,
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows,
Users always say
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters,
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be
Maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay I dream we're better
Scales were gone and faces lighter
When we wake we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
(The chords for the rest of the song are as above)
Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of Heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give up
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritence
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offence
Oh my God, Oh my God,
Oh my God
Listen to the song to hear how the strumming is at the end, but really just play around
it until it feels right. At the end, let the last chord ring out, and it gives a great
on the meaning of the song. Enjoy!
Eric Bersin