Digging up the bones of the fa[C]ilures I've buri[Em7]ed
I'm pulling out my whit[F]e flags in [G]various stages
The sun bleached [Dm]in gray
Gonna sew them all[Am] together
Gonna fashion the[Bb]ir bones into a fr[F]ame
Tie the flags o[G]n a string
Stretched across until they[F]'re wings
I'm no [Fm]closer to heaven
(Listen to the song for timing but this part is C Em7 F C G/B Am G )
I clipped[C] a bird with my[Em7] car on the freeway
He won't see[F] a burial
And all week[G] long I kept [Dm]thinking of death
How me and Hemingway shar[Bb]e forehead scars
I won't meet t[F]he same fat[G]e that he did
In a world that I ca[F]n't fix
With a hammer in m[Fm]y grip
I'm no closer to heaven
It feels like t[Am]he day before so[Dm]mething important
It feels like th[G]e first [C]snow [G/D]of the season that sticks
It's how I'l[Am]l always [Dm]feel like a failure
In the back of[G] my head
F (Hold this note)
No matter where I've been
The future feels b[Fm]right
[C]The [Em7]glow of the city
Out across the grea[F]t plains
With the close[G]r I get
The further I fe[Dm]el away
I can stay here in t[Am]he darkness
Feels like I[Bb]'m wandering in[F] circles for days
We never reach [G]the gates
I'll keep walki[F]ng anyway
I'm no[Fm] closer to heaven
I'm pulling out my whit[F]e flags in [G]various stages
The sun bleached [Dm]in gray
Gonna sew them all[Am] together
Gonna fashion the[Bb]ir bones into a fr[F]ame
Tie the flags o[G]n a string
Stretched across until they[F]'re wings
I'm no [Fm]closer to heaven
(Listen to the song for timing but this part is C Em7 F C G/B Am G )
I clipped[C] a bird with my[Em7] car on the freeway
He won't see[F] a burial
And all week[G] long I kept [Dm]thinking of death
How me and Hemingway shar[Bb]e forehead scars
I won't meet t[F]he same fat[G]e that he did
In a world that I ca[F]n't fix
With a hammer in m[Fm]y grip
I'm no closer to heaven
It feels like t[Am]he day before so[Dm]mething important
It feels like th[G]e first [C]snow [G/D]of the season that sticks
It's how I'l[Am]l always [Dm]feel like a failure
In the back of[G] my head
F (Hold this note)
No matter where I've been
The future feels b[Fm]right
[C]The [Em7]glow of the city
Out across the grea[F]t plains
With the close[G]r I get
The further I fe[Dm]el away
I can stay here in t[Am]he darkness
Feels like I[Bb]'m wandering in[F] circles for days
We never reach [G]the gates
I'll keep walki[F]ng anyway
I'm no[Fm] closer to heaven