FAm
Everything the dead don't know
BbGm
Piles up like magazines, overflows
FAm
And everything that you won't see
Bb
Just swirls around
Gm
Comes down and buries me
FABGmCBFCBFF
Do you like this place?
Am
Do you like this sound?
Bb
Do you like this taste?
Gm
Oh yeah, you're not around
F
But you are still the window, we are
Am
Looking out
BbGm
A prison and a lens and a flood and a drought - oh, oh
CBFCBbF
Woah-oh-oh-oh
CBbF
Woah-oh-oh-oh
CBFFBbF
Standing on the corner in the falling snow
FBbGmF
Posing for a picture in a smile that says
CBbF
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
FBbF
Standing on the corner in the falling snow
FBbGmF
Posing for a picture in a smile that says
CBbF
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
CBbF
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
CBbF
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
CBbF
Let's go, don't let go, let go!
CBFCBF