Tom: C# minor•
Intro 1
C#m
E
B
C#m
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B
G#m
C#m
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G#m
C#m
E
B
C#m
E
B
C#m
A
B
C#m
E
B
C#m
A
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C#m
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C#m
Verse 1
C#m
For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumpled as we've
B
Suffer in the bloodiest fall
C#m
For every pulsating ego blistered
Into moon ripe nosebleeds
A
B
I nurse these festering wounds
And drop rose seeds
C#m
But grow an orchid garden
E
Now the paint on your portrait hardens with
B
C#m
A face that resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
B
C#m
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
E
Cause I'll pray till I heard
C#m
I swear to god I don't believe in angels
B
Where's the wings in this relationship?
C#m
Passions have passed me, cast
another spell
C#m
Suicide Sarah, alliterate your fate
C#m
(I glanced in the mirror on
my bathroom door
B
Rain in the summer downpour)
C#m
I saw her dance till the
Rain put the fire out
A
Burned at the stake, Joan of Arc
C#m
I illustrate the gates of
B
Her flesh burns up in the furnace
C#m
Ashes to Ashley urn to something earnest
A
B
I slit my wrists in cursive
Write a revelation,
burn a stack of bibles
Question my faith
B
Get my churlish ass to smile
C#m
Find another subtle piece of
A
Confidence to muster her ministry
echoes in
B
This monolithic structure
C#m
Cremate the dying Christmas trees
E
C#m
The winter is full of bitter, ashy
C#m
So when the superstition delivered
And it came down the chimney
A
B
They found her in the fireplace with me
Ashes to Ashley
C#m
It's not going out it's still half- dead
Verse 2
C#m
How many angels can you
E
B
fit on a match head?
C#m
Count them try start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
B
Or write a song to her movement
Verse 3
C#m
The fire's only half- dead
How many angels can you fit
on a match head?
Count them try to start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
Or write a song to her movement
Verse 4
C#m
The fire's only half- dead
How many angels can you fit
on a match head?
E
Count them try to start a fire
B
Do it turn the volume down
C#m
Or write a song to her movement
Verse 5
C#m
I'm feeling like I'm half- dead
How many angels can you fit
on a match head?
A
Count them try to start a fire
B
Do it turn the volume down
And watch her move
Verse 6
C#m
We walked a broken path while
The sun was bleak and we
C#m
That I called "us" and thought
My love would sink
E
B
Underseas that we would
drown underneath
C#m
When you would swim deep to
Catch my lip's speech
E
To try to catch drifts to
would grow between us
E
B
So I thought about you while
I wrote The Phoenix
C#m
And now my spine shivers from
The notes that you speak
E
Of perfect pitched melodies and
C#m
That I'm composing in dreams
So you can see that I love you
E
And I'll hold your broken dreams
B
Till I'm bleeding in puddles
Engraves poems in gravestones
E
(text)
B
Paints quotes of pathos as pain
Rain flows became hopes
B
Angels with halos and saints
Death to this world now
we've given enough
E
I wanna hide you from the
B
Company that misery loves and so
C#m
I
(draw blood) with few strokes (and
Our love) it drew close
E
B
So you can draw at tention with
The pen that you hold
C#m
Reveal your energy and we'll
Just get to keep
E
B
The radio- active I can feel
your chemistry
C#m
When we gaze at sea waves
And freebase off replays
E
That re late to cliches to
C#m
I find peace in our dance
on ice sheets
E
To bathe your silhouette in the
C#m
We'll burn bridges to find
Warmth from life's storms
B
And cross roads at the point
where lives meet
C#m
I'll show you memories I hate to reveal
If you could feel what I say then
B
C#m
I could say what I feel
And I finally learned what
It takes to confess
I'll take you to a place
Outro 1
Filled with grace and sunsets
C#m
B
C#m
B
G#m
C#m
E
B
C#m
B
G#m
C#m
E
B
C#m
B
G#m
C#m
E
B
C#m
E
B
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