Standard (EADGBE)
1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & x2
Intro
x 2
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
kicks, man - unless it's
fiction, unless it's
sweat or it's songs? What
hits against this chest unless it's a
sick man's hand, from some
mid-level band? He's been
driving too long on a
dark windless night, with the
stereo on, with the
towns flying by and the
ground getting soft. And a
sound in the sky, coming
down from above, it sur-
rounds you and sighs and is
whispering of what
pulls your body down, and that is
quicksand. So climb out
quick, hand over hand, before your
mouth's all filled up. What
picks you up from down unless it's
tricks, man? When I've been
fixed I am convinced that I will
not get so broke up again. And on a
seven day high, that
heavenly song punches
right through my mind and just
hums through my blood. And I
know it's a lie, but I'll
still give my love. Hey, my
heart's on the line for your
hands to pluck off. Oh...
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
fictions - unless it's
licks, man, unless it's
lies or it's love? What
breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
rock and roll fan, just floating
up from the stands with her
heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your
love isn't lost," say "my
heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're
so wonderful! What a
dream in the dark - about
working so hard, about
growing so stoned, trying
not to turn off, trying
not to believe in that lie all on your
own."
La la la
la Oh oh oh
Oh
x2
End on C/G ( x32013 )