Intro.
F#m A
verse 1.
E A E
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
A E A E
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
A E A E
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
A E A E A
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
E A E A E A E A
But if I move my place in line I'll lose.
E A E A E A E A
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
B Bsus2
I am waiting for something to go wrong.
B
I am waiting for familiar resolve.
E A E A
E A E
verse 2.
A E A E
Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
A E A E
The twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends
A E A E
I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
A E A E A
And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
E A E A E A E A
But if I move my place in line I'll lose.
E A E A E A E A
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued.
B Bsus2
I am waiting for something to wrong
B A
I am waiting for familiar resolve
C#m C#sus4
I am waiting for another repeat
B
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
B
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
B
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
C#m
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
B
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
Bridge.
B E A E B E A B E
E
And it's strange
F#m
They are basically the same
A E
So I don't ask names anymore.
verse 3.
E A E
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
A E A E
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
A E A E
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
A E A E A E A E
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
Outro.
A E A E A E A E
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
A E A E
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
A E A E A E A E A
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