There are a couple of notes that i know are missing. The last chord that they end
with is kinda out there and ive had trouble figuring it out. Hopefully this helps though
Are you listening?
[C#m]We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the fl[Abm]oor.
Headlights hammer the wi[E]ndows, we're locked behind these do[C#m]ors.
And we are never leaving, this place is part of [Abm]us.
And all these scenes re[E]peating are cold to the touch.[C#m]
[C#m]My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm he[Abm]althy.
The scenery's all dra[E]wn.
[C#m]They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding c[Abm]olors,
Blanket the w[E]indows.[B][Abm]
[C#m]Sometimes it gets so hard to b[B]reathe.[Abm]
[C#m]Your e[F#]yes can see right through [E]me.
[Abm]These fights with your arms left bes[F#]ide.
It's one thing and one more says good[E]night.
You've got the map come get to [F#]me.
These knuckles break before they bl[Abm]eed.
Tear out these veins that own my h[F#]eart.
This skin that wears your lasting m[E]arks.
I've built these walls come get to[C#m] me, come get to me.
[C#m]Is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
The lines that keep you, the lines that [Abm]sweep you.
Lock the doors from the i[E]nside.
[C#m]Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
It leaves me br[Abm]eathless, I won't forget this,
I won't fo[E]rget.[B][Abm]
[C#m]Sometimes it gets so hard to b[B]reathe.[Abm]
[C#m]Your e[F#]yes can see right through [E]me.
[C#m]Let the walls have their say. (x6)
Have their say.
[C#m]There's no conversation[E], words without remorse.
[C#m]And this television[E] drowns the only source.
[C#m]Wake from these dreams of[E] you in my arms.
[C#m]Go to the staircas[E]e where you hold my he[C#m]art.[E][C#m][E]
with is kinda out there and ive had trouble figuring it out. Hopefully this helps though
Are you listening?
[C#m]We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the fl[Abm]oor.
Headlights hammer the wi[E]ndows, we're locked behind these do[C#m]ors.
And we are never leaving, this place is part of [Abm]us.
And all these scenes re[E]peating are cold to the touch.[C#m]
[C#m]My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm he[Abm]althy.
The scenery's all dra[E]wn.
[C#m]They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding c[Abm]olors,
Blanket the w[E]indows.[B][Abm]
[C#m]Sometimes it gets so hard to b[B]reathe.[Abm]
[C#m]Your e[F#]yes can see right through [E]me.
[Abm]These fights with your arms left bes[F#]ide.
It's one thing and one more says good[E]night.
You've got the map come get to [F#]me.
These knuckles break before they bl[Abm]eed.
Tear out these veins that own my h[F#]eart.
This skin that wears your lasting m[E]arks.
I've built these walls come get to[C#m] me, come get to me.
[C#m]Is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
The lines that keep you, the lines that [Abm]sweep you.
Lock the doors from the i[E]nside.
[C#m]Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
It leaves me br[Abm]eathless, I won't forget this,
I won't fo[E]rget.[B][Abm]
[C#m]Sometimes it gets so hard to b[B]reathe.[Abm]
[C#m]Your e[F#]yes can see right through [E]me.
[C#m]Let the walls have their say. (x6)
Have their say.
[C#m]There's no conversation[E], words without remorse.
[C#m]And this television[E] drowns the only source.
[C#m]Wake from these dreams of[E] you in my arms.
[C#m]Go to the staircas[E]e where you hold my he[C#m]art.[E][C#m][E]
