G We've come to replace your clock's old stubborn handsE E7 E We are the answer to why they never had a chanceG It was not so long ago that the world was mostly slowE E7 The age of iron, steam and speedE Turned a stroll to a stampede [Pre-Chorus]C E G But we've come to increase time in between ticksC A And there is romance in the slow dancesE 'Cause they're fertile in hush, futile in hasteE These are your nerves, this is how they taste[Chorus]D C Well I can't count how many times I've been outdone by nihilismG D Joined the march that splits an open heart into a schismD C And I cower at the thought of other people's expectationsG D And yet still hand over mine to them G x2 [Verse 2]G Travel where you are, tourism is sinE E7 E These are the ruins we left behind, you can't take pictures of themG If what they say is true, then you become what you chewE If it decays spit it out, affectation is a drought [Pre-Chorus]C E G That you wait through when you hate everything that you doC A You wanna live outside the groove, then fineE But it's there like a flower blooming in your earsE Open up your mouth, pollinate your peers [Chorus]D C Nothing reminds the mind of power like the cheap odor of plasticG D Leaking fumes we crave, consume, the rush it feels fantasticD C But like power turns to mold, like a junkie going coldG D I need the fix of a little tenderness
Tenderness
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