B E F# E F# B
come lift your finger over mine you wont be over a long time
B E F# E F# B
or in the winter heading south you can't be living in your mouth
E F# E F# B
your mouth i'm not sure what i was sure about
E F# E F# D#m E F# E
about i'm not sure what i was sure about
B E F# E F# B
where the silent pillars grow they wont be living in the snow
E F# E F# B E
or underwater with their wings they're building cities on the strings, the strings
F# E F# B E
you could only hear the boats crashing, crashing
F# E F# D#m E F# E
or building tiny cities on the strings, the strings
E
i know that you have a dream waiting at night beneath the flower
D#m E
painted sheets below the cealing,
E
oh beneath slowly it needs to breathe in deep to let it breathe
D#m E F# E
so it can see this world it loves is spinning around it's hard
F# E
and now spit on her arms(?)
D#m E F# B
but it can't breathe untill this room is dead