Song. Keys
Artist. White Denim
Album. D
Tabbed by Josh M
I've got a [D]number of keys, No doors to unlock
There's a [C]hole in my wall That lacks the capacity to shock
I [G]know we're, looking at something, I already[D] seen
What started [D]up in my head, Ended out in my fingers
Now I'm [C]sleepless in bed, As the last notes linger
In our [G]mystery, that's called "Winning Combi[D]nation"
With [D]14 pairs, ringing 28 days
Feeling [C]every cup left in the hands of the sights I've stayed
We're all [G]watching, waiting for the building to [D]crumble
And it's [D]hard
It [C]seems [Bm]un- [Am]na- [G]tural the [F#m]best days
Aren't days at [G]all
Oh it's [D]not
As if your [C]vio-[Bm]lence in [Am]vir-[G]tue is [F#m]virtual
Or not at [G]all
[C]Ahh [Bm]ahh [Am]ahh [G]ahh [F#m]ahhhha-a-a
[C]Ahh [Bm]ahh [Am]ahh [G]ahh [D]ahhhha-a-a
Solo
Oh [D]body of mine, stretch into something to say
From layin' a[C]round in the dark As your hypnotist waves
Y'towards the [G]throne, legs up in flames
Away in some [D]distance
You've got a [D]hold of yourself, you've got your imagery
You've got a [C]grip on your health, you've got possibility
You're [G]hopin' for less collision
In your [D]future
Watchin' [D]you moving upward
You see me [C]step out of the cold
You make a cut with your knife
Are you drinking? You'll never get older
When your [G]heart stops beating
That's when you start needing some real [D]help
And it won't be [D]hard
It [C]feels [Bm]so [Am]na-[G]tural, your [F#m]best days
Aren't days at [G]all
Oh it's [D]not
as if your [C]vio-[Bm]lence in [Am]vir-[G]tue is [F#m]virtual,
Or not at [G]all
Artist. White Denim
Album. D
Tabbed by Josh M
I've got a [D]number of keys, No doors to unlock
There's a [C]hole in my wall That lacks the capacity to shock
I [G]know we're, looking at something, I already[D] seen
What started [D]up in my head, Ended out in my fingers
Now I'm [C]sleepless in bed, As the last notes linger
In our [G]mystery, that's called "Winning Combi[D]nation"
With [D]14 pairs, ringing 28 days
Feeling [C]every cup left in the hands of the sights I've stayed
We're all [G]watching, waiting for the building to [D]crumble
And it's [D]hard
It [C]seems [Bm]un- [Am]na- [G]tural the [F#m]best days
Aren't days at [G]all
Oh it's [D]not
As if your [C]vio-[Bm]lence in [Am]vir-[G]tue is [F#m]virtual
Or not at [G]all
[C]Ahh [Bm]ahh [Am]ahh [G]ahh [F#m]ahhhha-a-a
[C]Ahh [Bm]ahh [Am]ahh [G]ahh [D]ahhhha-a-a
Solo
Oh [D]body of mine, stretch into something to say
From layin' a[C]round in the dark As your hypnotist waves
Y'towards the [G]throne, legs up in flames
Away in some [D]distance
You've got a [D]hold of yourself, you've got your imagery
You've got a [C]grip on your health, you've got possibility
You're [G]hopin' for less collision
In your [D]future
Watchin' [D]you moving upward
You see me [C]step out of the cold
You make a cut with your knife
Are you drinking? You'll never get older
When your [G]heart stops beating
That's when you start needing some real [D]help
And it won't be [D]hard
It [C]feels [Bm]so [Am]na-[G]tural, your [F#m]best days
Aren't days at [G]all
Oh it's [D]not
as if your [C]vio-[Bm]lence in [Am]vir-[G]tue is [F#m]virtual,
Or not at [G]all
