Intro: Abm E (x2)
Verse 1:
Abm
Every hour is a season
E
Every minute lasts a day
Abm
So I sit here picking stitches
E
I find comfort in decay
F# E
How I long to fill my lungs
Chorus (no words):
Abm E B F# (x2)
Verse 2:
Abm
So tell me how does it feel to,
E
Breathe air cold and clean
Abm E
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
F# E
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
F# E
But even under cover I still choke
Chorus:
Abm E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
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Abm E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
Abm E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
Abm E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Solo bridge: G#m E G#m F# E G#m E F# (not sure about that, I just leaned on the bass tab from UG)
Abm E
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2)
Chorus (two times, second time quietly, almost whispering):
Abm E B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
F#
(Even if they weren't)
Abm E B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
Abm E
There's no poetry in my soul,
B F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
Abm E B F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
