Em
G
C

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                       G                    C
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
the trump and the king of hearts.


Em
   Joni Mitchell said "we are stardust,
G                                C
we are golden", we are all the same.
Blood paints the story of our love, 
across the bathroom floor towards the drain.

Em                                  G
Funny how everything just piles up, till one day, 
                               C
you can't believe how far you came. 
I'm made of mountains, made of metal,
made of whiskey, and waves.
Em
   Won't believe your own breath, 
         G
when the bold words finally escape your mouth. 
C
  Keep your secrets hidden, 
till we're certain of just what we've found.
Em
   Yeah, they bleed just like us, 
        G
but our calling is what shapes us now. 
C
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up, 
won't be pinned down.
Em                             G
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up, 
won't be pinned down.
C
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up, 
won't be pinned down.
Em                             G
  Won't be held back, won't be tied up, 
won't be pinned down.
C
  Won't be held back, won't be...
Not now.

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                       G                    C
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
the trump and the king of hearts.
Em 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C 
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts.
Em 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C 
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts.

Em
  It came to me, as strange as it seems, 
       G
From a simple deck of cards laid ace to kings. 
        C
With my fingernail slipped under King Charlemagne, 
I flipped the edge and traced the grain, 
and watched it fall like a breaking wave.
Em
   The ace of spades was last to splash. 
         G
Trump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backs.
  C 
I stared in the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashed, 
And it just fit, elegant, "aww shit!". That's that.
Em
Strange how you can waste away pained with one thing, 
         G
The watchmaker breaks sweat, he can't tame a dumb spring. 
         C
Then one day its as plain as the nose above your smug grin, 
like, "look what the cat dragged in!"
Em
Woke from a dream, hands heavy in cold sweat, 
G
Jumped from the bed, snatched up charcoal quick. 
C
Sketching frantically upon the bedroom brick, 
It came together and it fit like this: 
Em                    G
Give me a lever and a place to stand, I'll move the world.
C
  You think you're clever, but you never, seen how it really works.
Em
   Really works.
G            C
   Really works.
Really works. Really works.
Em
   Really works.
G            C
   Really works.
Really works. Really works. Oh no...

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                                            G
  Between my hands rests 52 plain old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
    C
the trump and the king of hearts.
Em 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C 
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts.
Em 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G 
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C 
   Trump and the king of...trump and the king of...trump and the king of hearts.