CAPO 1
[D]We all are stranger creatures [G]than when we all started out as [Bm]kids,
Culture [A]forbids,
[D]We have romantic [G]fantasies about what dying truly [Bm]is,
To fall off the [A]grid.
[G]We [D]live [Em]for the [A]night's [A/C#]de - [D]cor.
It [F]reveals [A]what we [D]dream [A]of.
[D] I know there's someone at the [G]door,
They called for help, of this I'm [Bm]sure,
But do I [A]want to say [G]goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[D]We all know somebody who knows [G]somebody who's doing great,
[Bm]I know some people who know [A]people who are flying straight,
[D]But I'll kindly enter [G]into rooms of depression,
[Bm]While ceiling fans and idle [A]hands will take my life again.
[G]We [D]live [Em]for the [A]night's [C#dim]de - [D]cor.
It [F]reveals [A]what we [D]dream [A]of.
[D] I know there's someone at the [G]door,
They called for help, of this I'm [Bm]sure,
But do I [A]want to say [G]goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[Bm]This [A]room is [G]far too [D]dark [Bm]for [A]us to [G]stay [D]around,
[Bm] [A]Redemption's [G]not that [D]far [Bm]and [A]darkness is [G]going [D]down.
(D G Bm A) (optional)
Badadada Make them stop.
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[D] [G] [Bm] [A] [G]
Make them stop.
Culture [A]forbids,
[D]We have romantic [G]fantasies about what dying truly [Bm]is,
To fall off the [A]grid.
[G]We [D]live [Em]for the [A]night's [A/C#]de - [D]cor.
It [F]reveals [A]what we [D]dream [A]of.
[D] I know there's someone at the [G]door,
They called for help, of this I'm [Bm]sure,
But do I [A]want to say [G]goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[D]We all know somebody who knows [G]somebody who's doing great,
[Bm]I know some people who know [A]people who are flying straight,
[D]But I'll kindly enter [G]into rooms of depression,
[Bm]While ceiling fans and idle [A]hands will take my life again.
[G]We [D]live [Em]for the [A]night's [C#dim]de - [D]cor.
It [F]reveals [A]what we [D]dream [A]of.
[D] I know there's someone at the [G]door,
They called for help, of this I'm [Bm]sure,
But do I [A]want to say [G]goodbye to all the glowing eyes,
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[Bm]This [A]room is [G]far too [D]dark [Bm]for [A]us to [G]stay [D]around,
[Bm] [A]Redemption's [G]not that [D]far [Bm]and [A]darkness is [G]going [D]down.
(D G Bm A) (optional)
Badadada Make them stop.
[D] I'm holding on to what I [G]know,
And what I know, I must let [Bm]go,
But I would [A]rather play a [G]song for the eyes to sing along.
[D] [G] [Bm] [A] [G]
Make them stop.
