F                  G
If simple habit had a tale to tell
C                      F
And if the wires could reveal themselves
                        G
We could begin to trace the ins and outs
    C              F
The horizon of our length

                      G
As if the force of it can be controlled
C     F
As if sight is an object we can hold
                       G
Our voices float above the depths of it
     C              F
What we cannot permeate


[Chorus]
           G
Come to my door
          C           F
Won’t you liven me up with color?
                       G
Put your pen and paper away
          C                     F
I have no need for you to guess my age
                    G
I can tie my own laces
     C                          F
Find the solace I seek in other places
                      G
But I cannot need you more
       C                 F
Too far gone for the semaphore


[Verse 2]
                           G             C
The sight of red’s a cause for new alarm
                          F
The sound I make can only go so far
                          G
Today the only thing that I can do
            F
Is wait for you

                      G            C
And in this lingering uncertainty
                          F
The voice across the waves agrees with me:
                    G
“We pay a very high price to be free
                        F
And I wonder if it’s enough?”


[Chorus]
           G
Come to my door
          C           F
Won’t you liven me up with color?
                       G
Put your pen and paper away
          C                     F
I have no need for you to guess my age
                 G
I can tie my own laces
     C                          F
Find the solace I seek in other places
                      G
But I cannot need you more
       C             G          F
Too far gone for the semaphore


[Verse 3]
                    G
And if the force of it will be revealed
         F                       C
We are beholden to it even still
                           G
What we cannot keep and we cannot kill
     C                F
What we cannot communicate

                G                       C
It is the quiet voice that says it best
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There is no certainty to preciousness
F         G
We have a friend who holds us in his grasp
C                 F
And someday he’ll be gone