This is the first song on "Modern Guilt".
(Verse 1): [D]I think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this [Bb]diamond that don't[C] know how to sh[D]ine
[D]In the sun where these dark winds wail
and these [Bb]children leave their [C]rulers beh[D]ind
As we [Bb]cross ten [C]leagues from a [D]Rubicon
with [Bb]matchsticks [C]for my bo[D]nes
If we can [Bb]learn how to [C]freeze our[F]selves a[G]live
We can [Bb]learn to leave these [C]burdens to bu[D]rn
(Break): [F]Cast out these [C]creatures of woe
[G]Who shatter them[D]selves
[F]Fighting a [C]fire with[G] your bare[D] hands
(Verse 2, same chords as Verse 1):
Now my journey takes me further south
I wanna hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I make new again
What rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes, and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a title wave's wake
(End): [Bm]If I wake up and see my maker [D]comin'
[Bm]With all of his crimson and his iron de[D]sire
[Bb]We'll drag the streets with the baggage of l[D]onging
To be [C]loved or de[G]stroyed, from a [F]void
to a [C]grain of [G]sand in your [D]hand.
(Verse 1): [D]I think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this [Bb]diamond that don't[C] know how to sh[D]ine
[D]In the sun where these dark winds wail
and these [Bb]children leave their [C]rulers beh[D]ind
As we [Bb]cross ten [C]leagues from a [D]Rubicon
with [Bb]matchsticks [C]for my bo[D]nes
If we can [Bb]learn how to [C]freeze our[F]selves a[G]live
We can [Bb]learn to leave these [C]burdens to bu[D]rn
(Break): [F]Cast out these [C]creatures of woe
[G]Who shatter them[D]selves
[F]Fighting a [C]fire with[G] your bare[D] hands
(Verse 2, same chords as Verse 1):
Now my journey takes me further south
I wanna hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I make new again
What rusts every time it rains
And the rain it comes, and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a title wave's wake
(End): [Bm]If I wake up and see my maker [D]comin'
[Bm]With all of his crimson and his iron de[D]sire
[Bb]We'll drag the streets with the baggage of l[D]onging
To be [C]loved or de[G]stroyed, from a [F]void
to a [C]grain of [G]sand in your [D]hand.
