Intro: B G#m
Verse: 1
B
I can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture
G#m D#m F#
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
B
I babble on until my voice is gone
Verse: 2
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
G#m D#m
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
F#
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
B
Like molars gnashing
F# B
'Cause like constellations a million years away
G#m C#
Every good intention, every good intention
B F# B
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
G#m
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence
Verse: 3
B
All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time
F#
But I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
B
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
F# B
'Cause like constellations a million years away
G#m C#
Every good intention, every good intention
B F# B
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
G#m
Clinging to the faces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
Solo
C# G# C# B
D# F# B G#m F# B G#
F# B
Like constellations imploding in the night
G#m F#
Everything is turning, everything is turning
B
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
G#m
And everything you thought you knew
F#
will fall apart, but you'll be all right
End
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