Are you listening?
C#m                                                  Abm
We write a thousand pages, they're torn and on the floor.
                        E                                  C#m
Headlights hammer the windows, we're locked behind these doors.
                                                Abm
And we are never leaving, this place is part of us.
                       E                              C#m
And all these scenes repeating are cold to the touch.


C#m
My hands seem to deceive me
                               Abm  
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.
                     E
The scenery's all drawn.


C#m
They hang here from the walls dear,
                             Abm
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
             E           B Abm
Blanket the windows.


C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me.


Abm                                 F#
These fights with your arms left beside.
                                     E
It's one thing and one more says goodnight.
                               F#
You've got the map come get to me.
                                   Abm
These knuckles break before they bleed.


                                  F#
Tear out these veins that own my heart.
                                   E
This skin that wears your lasting marks.
                                  C#m               
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me.


C#m
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion,
                                        Abm
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you.
                         E
Lock the doors from the inside.


C#m
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements,
               Abm
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this,
          E            B  Abm
I won't forget.


C#m                           B         Abm
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.
C#m   F#                        E
Your eyes can see right through me.

C#m
Let the walls have their say. [x6]
Have their say.




C#m                    E
There's no conversation, words without remorse.
C#m                E
And this television drowns the only source.
C#m                      E
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms.
C#m               E                     C#m    E    C#m  E
Go to the staircase where you hold my heart.