The Shins A Comet Appears Wincing the Night Away Capo 2 v1 C (x32010@1)name="chord_x2555x@1">C/B C/A C/BOne (x2555x@1)hand on this wily comet C (x32010@1)name="chord_x2555x@1">C/B C/A C/GTake (3x555x@1)a drink just to give me some weight C (x32010@1)name="chord_x2555x@1">C/B C/A C/G (3x555x@1) F (133211@1) GSome (320003@1)uberman I would make up, barely a vapor They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)CFetch (x32010@1)us a knife, start with my eyes, G (320003@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C F (133211@1) G (320003@1)Down so the lines form a grimacing smile v2 Close your eyes to coral the virtues Is this fooling anyone else Never worked so long and hard to cement a failure We can blow on our thumbs and posture But the loneliest is delicate things The wind from a wasp could blow them Into the sea, with stones on their feet Lost to the light and the loving we need. chorus Am (x02210@1)name="chord_022000@1">Em Am (x02210@1)Stencil carved since you've come Em (022000@1) G (320003@1)The worst part and you know it Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1)Am (x02210@1)There is anumbness (x02210@1) Em (022000@1)G (320003@1)In your heart and its growing v3 With burnt sage and a forest of bygones I click my heals get the devils in line A list of thing I could lay the blame on that give me a way out But with each scent it is front and center Like a dot stuck square in your eye Every post you can hitch your faith on is A pie in the sky, chock full of lies A tool we devise to make sinking stones fly