Am                            G
The name of every landlord is displayed out on the awning
Am                                       G
And the farmers in the amber fields were harmonized in yawning

Dm                                     G     C
As the memory of the ghost hung at the exit
Dm                                         G
And the city doctor called in feeling head sick

Em                              Am
All the freedom-founding fathers, altogether speak too soon
Em                               Am
The sounds that mutter underneath, the glowing, Greek blue moon

C                                Dm   Am
As tide rose up beyond the walking trail
C                                D
Soon un-hibernated every mocking gale

React to it at your leisure, modern pressure

G C/G C/G G x2

[Verse 2]
Am                                          G
All the street were filled with carbon and a pack of trembling dogs
Am                                         G
The weather comes in from the east and spills a Kremlin fog

Dm                                   G         C
As they filled the holes of every open tomb
Dm                                   G
Near the factories of dirty broken looms

Em                              Am
The sky was open wide and it was pouring Civil War
Em                              Am
The body that you carry once comprised of simple lore

C                                Dm   Am
Where the iceman at the cinema wrote anagrams
C                                D
But no one could blow past your little diaphragm

The stillness of the changing weather, modern pressure

G C/G C/G G x2

[Verse 3]

Am                                G
That oasis sometimes lingers like a patch of blackened ice
Am                                   G
And the cellars of the ruins have been locked and packed in twice

Dm                                 G    C
Only names are what remain to label you
Dm                                       G
Where I heard the prayers of sex and table food

Em                              Am
Off beyond the sunrise waits another pounding storm
Em                              Am
Somewhere from the rubble sounds of nothing sounding born

C                                Dm   Am
And the zero ground of future battle sights
C                                D
While the gods still fill our heads with satellites