E F#m A E F#m A E F#m A I was wading through the flood waters E F#m A You were waiting out a drought. E F#m A Do I have that kind of love? Is that what it would take to see this out? E F#m A E F#m A Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high. E F#m A Turn them into a bong or a still E F#m A Rooting through the gas stations, tilling up our backyards E F#m A Am That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend. E Am E Am E Am E Am E F#m A Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub, E F#m A and what you leave behind E F#m A is an un-corporeal monument of time E F#m A Am whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug E Am E Am E We all go seperate and together. As such, while I'm alive, show me love! Show Am E Am me love! Show me love! Show me love And end on E