Tabbed by: Pascual Rambert (Chasco-Mousse, Argentina)
Tuning: Standard



Intro:

F5  F5  A5  A5        (x2)
D5 D5 Bb5  C5 ( C5 )

   F5              A5                  D5                     Bb5         C5
e | -1--1/3-3/4-5- | ------------------- | -5-5-----5--5/6-6/5-5- | -6-------------0/1-1/3-3-(/5) | 
B | -1------------ | -5-6-5---5/6-6/5-5- | -6---6---------------- | -6-6--------5---------------- | 
G | -2------------ | -5----------------- | -7-----7-------------- | -6---6---6--5---------------- | 
D | -3------------ | -7----------------- | -0-------------------- | -8-----8----5---------------- | 
A | -3------------ | -0----------------- | ---------------------- | -8----------3---------------- | 
E | -1------------ | ------------------- | ---------------------- | ----------------------------- | 


Verse 1:

F5  F5  A5  A5
D5 D5 Bb5  C5

We won't need twenty steps today,
the gallery it swims away
in Monday shoes.

It's awful tempting, might black,
the way the words run down your back,
beneath the gentle sway of paper lantern moons.


Chorus 1:

   Ab5   Eb5    Ab5     Eb5         Ab5   Eb5    Ab5     Eb5   F5
e | --8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------ | --8-8----8-11--8-8-8------------ | 
B | ------11-------------11-(b9)8-(b9)-- | ------11-------------11-(b9)8----- | 
G | -------------------------------- | ----------------------------10-- | 
D | -------------------------------- | -------------------------------- | 
A | -------------------------------- | -------------------------------- | 
E | -------------------------------- | -------------------------------- | 

Ab5 Eb5 (x3)
Ab5 Eb5 - F5

Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.

Bb5              F5 
   We're in the thick of it,
Bb5              F5         Eb5  C5
   so bite the brick of it all.


Verse 2:

F5  F5  A5  A5
D5 D5 Bb5  C5

We gnaw through limbs to extricate ourselves,
from where we stand and where we fell,
when we don't know how

to sidsetep when tiny guns
have made their way through the best of us,
beneath the gentle sway of paper latern moons.


Chorus 2:

Ab5 Eb5 (x3)
Ab5 Eb5 - F5

Could you be quick or be,
could you be quick or be tired.
The tock, the tick of it,
atop the funeral pyre.

Bb5              F5
   We're in the thick of it,
Bb5              F5         Eb5  Eb5 
   so bite the brick of it all.


Bridge:

C5
  Your tithing teeth have never sung,
F5
  a fitting tune for a setting sun.
C5                                C#5  Eb5
  I know your ghost is somewhere good.

C5
  We haven't seen and we'll never know,
F5
  where summer sleeps and the springtime goes.
C5                             C#5  C5 ...
  We only hope it's somewhere good.


Outro:
F5  F5  A5  A5
D5 D5 Bb5  C5