Intro

    F#m  D#m    C#m   G#m   G#m   F#    E    B    A    A#   A
E|--9-----11----9-----11----11----9-----7----7----5----6----5----------------|
B|--10----11----9-----12----12----11----9----7----5----6----5----------------|
G|--11----11----9-----13----13----11----9----8----6----7----6----------------|
D|--11----13----11----13----13----11----9----9----7----8----7----------------|
A|--9-----13----11----11----11----9-----7----9----7----8----7----------------|
E|--------11----9----------------------------7----5----6----5----------------|


Verse

      A                     E
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|----5---------------------9------------------------------------------------|
G|----6---------------------9------------------------------------------------|
D|----7---------------------9------------------------------------------------|
A|----0----0-----0----------7------------------------------------------------|
E|------------0------------------0-0-0-0---0---------------------------------|


               A
And there were future reflections
        E
On the face and the hands
      A
On a green colored island
      E
On a primitive man
           A
It was the future reflecting
          E
It felt familiar but new
             A
A street was missing a building
            E
The kids had something to do

F#m               E                      B
     There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
            A
Red like a marker
F#m              E
     So my tribe,  with my knife
B                    A
Cut the heart from a lonely life


This part is especially weird, so I just play basically
the bassline (which I mapped out for guitar)
throughout this verse:

E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------9--9-----9--9------9--9------9--9-----------------------------------|
D|-------9--9-----9--9------9--9------9--9-----------------------------------|
A|-------7--7-----7--7------7--7------7--7-----------------------------------|
E|----7--------7---------7---------7-----------------------------------------|


I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner


F#m                    E
   But as long as you feel it
         B
I'm a believer
               A
My heart is phosphor

F#m            E  
   Sea rolls,    death tolls
B                      A
Break the surface don't break my bones
F#m            E                    B
   Off of the trail and off of your hands and
       A
Onto a new plan
F#m            E
   Is the cost   to stay lost
  B            A
Forever in an empty skin
A#
Pale and thin

B                           A#
   If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
    A                              E
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
B
   Their guns couldn't see us
           A#
There's a sea outside my door
A
   And one day I'll appreciate
     E                     C                     C#m       B
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore
                      A                  E
And remember what it felt like
       C#m        B  
To be alone
                 A          E
Sitting in the sunlight
     C#m      B      A      E
All alone