D#, A#, G#
      D#, A#, G#
      D#, A#, G#
      Cm, Cm, A#, D#

D#  A#          G#
      The icons cluttering your bureau
D#  A#           G#
      Are eyeing me as I walk in
           Cm      A#     G#         D#
      Your guardians are present in here
            Cm           A#               D#
      And I trust that they have always been

D#  A#          G#
      Hiding somewhere in your closet
D#  A#           G#
      Collecting moisture from your face
           Cm      A#     G#           D#
      Your secret world speaks without words
                 Cm         A#                 G#
      And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place

               Cm        A#             G#          D#
      But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon
           Cm       A#          G#
      In a language ripe for my listening?
               Cm        A#             G#            D#
      When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
          Cm        A#          D#
      The refracted light keeps glistening

D#  A#       G#
      A drapery of clashing fabrics
D#  A#         G#
      In every corner of your room
           Cm        A#          G#          D#
      They hung like lace on the whitewashed face
             Cm             A#             D#
      Of the walls that are begging you to move

D#  A#              G#
      And leave the things that hold a history
D#  A#              G#
      As if they're present in your will
        Cm        A#          G#    D#
      A brand new place a few miles away
                 Cm          A#            G#
      But I just wasn't sure I was staying still

                 Cm          A#           G#     D#
      But if you choose this too, it's an honest move
            Cm            A#           G#
      And I guess that it makes for no deferences
                Cm       A#          G#           D#
      There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon
          Cm        A#          G#
      Just a touch too soon, two deliverances

Cm  A#      G#          D#          Cm
      On an empty panel floor I lie here
          A#             G#          D#
      For communion just waiting for one more
                 Cm           A#       G# D#
      But in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon
              Cm            A#              G#
      What am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do?

Cm  A#         G#                      D#
      But if I want them to, will they come to me soon?
                Cm    A#          G#            D#
      Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon?   
                  Cm           A#            G#           D#
      Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you
                     Cm          A#              G#
      But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that

      Cm, A#, G#
      Cm, A#, D#
      Cm, A#, D#

              Cm            A#            G#      D#
      In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
               Cm         A#          G#     
      Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead
           Cm        A#         G#        D#
      Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
             Cm               A#            D#
      That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?

               Cm          A#          G#          D#
      But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
              Cm      A#      G#         
      I can't drop my history just to become new
              Cm                   A#              G#      D#
      Now I'm swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
                     Cm          A#              G#      
      But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask that

      D#, A#, G#
      G#, A#, G#
      Cm, A#, G#, D#
      Cm, A#, G#