(Intro)
[F#5] [-] [Dmaj]
[F#5] I lost my faith when I was [G#maj]young
[D6] I clenched my fist to bite my[F#5] tongue
[F#5] I leave awake from all the t[G#maj]hings that I had done
Cause [D6]there wouldn't be a thing when I mov[F#5]ed on
Then I said [A]wait
Are our [C#maj]bodies really piles of dir[A]t?
And is the [C#maj]soul just a metaphor?
Dmaj C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [A]fear that there is a [C#maj]heaven above
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5] [-] [A5]
[D6] [-] [Amaj7]
[F#5] [-] [Dmaj]
[F#5] I stood in lines to bow my h[G#maj]ead
I'd fold my [D6]hands and speak in tongues
To whisper [F#5]worries to the dead
But I could [F#5]tell no apparition heard a s[G#maj]ingle word I said
But [D6]I'd still call my fear in to the [F#5]air
Then I said [Dmaj]wait
C#maj A
Is my body really part of the earth
And is there [F#5]blood running through my ve[D5]ins?
C#maj
I'll know when I turn to dust
But I [F#5]fear the answer [A]isn't enough
D5 C#maj A
So, will I ever know heaven or hell?
Or is [F#5]eternity something worse?
D5 C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above (heaven above, heaven above)
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5] [-] [A5]
[D6] [-] [Amaj]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5][-][A5]
But I [D6]just need it too [Amaj]much
[Dmaj]Wait
C#maj A
Is my body really part of the earth
And is there [F#5]blood running through my ve[D5]ins?
C#maj
I'll know when I turn to dust
But I [F#5]fear the answer [A]isn't enough
D5 C#maj A
So, will I ever know heaven or hell?
Or is [F#5]eternity something worse?
D5 C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
A [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
A [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
I [F#5]hope there's not a heaven above
[F#5] [-] [Dmaj]
[F#5] I lost my faith when I was [G#maj]young
[D6] I clenched my fist to bite my[F#5] tongue
[F#5] I leave awake from all the t[G#maj]hings that I had done
Cause [D6]there wouldn't be a thing when I mov[F#5]ed on
Then I said [A]wait
Are our [C#maj]bodies really piles of dir[A]t?
And is the [C#maj]soul just a metaphor?
Dmaj C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [A]fear that there is a [C#maj]heaven above
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5] [-] [A5]
[D6] [-] [Amaj7]
[F#5] [-] [Dmaj]
[F#5] I stood in lines to bow my h[G#maj]ead
I'd fold my [D6]hands and speak in tongues
To whisper [F#5]worries to the dead
But I could [F#5]tell no apparition heard a s[G#maj]ingle word I said
But [D6]I'd still call my fear in to the [F#5]air
Then I said [Dmaj]wait
C#maj A
Is my body really part of the earth
And is there [F#5]blood running through my ve[D5]ins?
C#maj
I'll know when I turn to dust
But I [F#5]fear the answer [A]isn't enough
D5 C#maj A
So, will I ever know heaven or hell?
Or is [F#5]eternity something worse?
D5 C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above (heaven above, heaven above)
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5]
[D7] [-] [F#5] [-] [A5]
[D6] [-] [Amaj]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5]
[D7] I want to give it up[F#5][-][A5]
But I [D6]just need it too [Amaj]much
[Dmaj]Wait
C#maj A
Is my body really part of the earth
And is there [F#5]blood running through my ve[D5]ins?
C#maj
I'll know when I turn to dust
But I [F#5]fear the answer [A]isn't enough
D5 C#maj A
So, will I ever know heaven or hell?
Or is [F#5]eternity something worse?
D5 C#maj
I keep my eyes from looking too far up
I [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
A [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
A [F#5]fear that there is a heaven above
I [F#5]hope there's not a heaven above