E A B A B E
come lift your finger over mine you wont be over a long time
E A B A B E
or in the winter heading south you can't be living in your mouth
A B A B E
your mouth i'm not sure what i was sure about
A B A B G#m A B A
about i'm not sure what i was sure about
E A B A B E
where the silent pillars grow they wont be living in the snow
A B A B E A
or underwater with their wings they're building cities on the strings, the strings
B A B E A
you could only hear the boats crashing, crashing
B A B G#m A B A
or building tiny cities on the strings, the strings
A
i know that you have a dream waiting at night beneath the flower
G#m A
painted sheets below the cealing,
A
oh beneath slowly it needs to breathe in deep to let it breathe
G#m A B A
so it can see this world it loves is spinning around it's hard
B A
and now spit on her arms(?)
G#m A B E
but it can't breathe untill this room is dead