Am                  D               G                C
With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do
        D             G            D                G
All the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you
A              D          G               C
Write all the sounds, all men traded into worlds where we due to
D            G              D                  G
Love, and defined all the leaves that we can speak about
          Am              D             G                 D
Well, you know where you like that the cinder blocks are taking up our
G           D              G               D
View for a while with the simple mathematics of our
G          D                 G                 Cm7
Lives and design. There's a head that pointed five degrees to the
G              D               G         D            G
Right; do you know there will only be so many of our kind?

G               Bm7
Give us some of the ghost notes
Em              G
Give us some of the chosen, oh!
C               Bm7
Give us some of the closing slots
Em              G
Give us some of the falsest hope

Am      D           G                      C              G
We are lies and go right down through the suction on the great
           D             G                     C
Eye and we climb; do you know the knee scrapes represent that we
D           G               D                 C
Thought of design? It comes in and rolls you out with thoughts of the
G             D           G                  C
World not in line; do you think that they're imaginary
Am             D             G           C
Hearts? It was right to return to pieces of the circle
      G  D                G          D
Where we declined. I know military moments will believe
C          D            G                C
Us; it's a sound, and a tick-tock to the world that tells you
 D         G           D                  G
How you arrive; do you think that we are momentary?

G               Bm7
Give us some of the ghost notes
Em              G
Give us some of the chosen, oh!
C               Bm7
Give us some of the closing slots
Em              G
Give us some of the falsest hope


This is where the like, the like rude choir comes in, alright? it goes like this, it's like:

       C         D          G                  C
'Cause we wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by
G               C                   G                    D
Night with your thoughts; you know, I am just a literary fox
       G                              C
With a song. They come in like shells and sink right through the
D             G               D              G
World and the rhyme. You know pieces of the poetry go
Am          D              G                     D
Out for the cause; does it feel like somethings missing? Time to
G             D                  G              C
Concede for a while because all that's right is always; that's what's
Am             D            G                D
Wrong! In your mind are the churches right beneath the stairs of your
 G            D              G               C
House and the time, it's the tick-tock going out and weary...