Future Pt 1 Voxtrot Chord Shapes: ---3----3------0---2----0---0-----3-------5----3---3---7-------------| ---3----3------1---1----1---1-----5-------7----3---3---8-------------| ---0----4------2---2----0---0-----5-------7----0---0---9-------------| ---0----5------2---0----2---x-----5-------7----0---2---9-------------| ---2----5------0--------3---2-----3-------5----x---2---7-------------| ---3----3--------------------------------------2---0-----------------| G (320003@1)G(III) (133211@3)Am (x02210@1)D7 (xx0212@1) C (x32010@1)C/B (x2555x@1) D (xx0232@1) G/F#Em7 (320002@1)Em (022000@1) Intro: G (320003@1)Am (x02210@1) D7 (xx0212@1) G (320003@1) G/F# (320002@1) Em7 Late summer sky, two colors deep, three wide and a third all by And set to try to take away the shadows from your eyes You shift and sigh, do we live fully grown when we learn to cry? C(III) (x1333x@3) G(III) (133211@3) DThis (xx0232@1)is why I never hold a grudge against you, love Em7 GBut (320003@1)hey, this is the future C (x32010@1) C/B (x2555x@1) AmAnd (x02210@1)we don't grow up like that G (320003@1) Em7 Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails C (x32010@1) C/B (x2555x@1) AmAnd (x02210@1)we scratch to the bottle when we need Hey, this is the future And we don't grow up like that Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails And we scratch to the bottle when we need Am D7 G G/F# Em7 One body bends, one body twists and breaks and the lifetime is We rush to amend the situation but it happens all the time I could pretend to think fondly of the summer that I spent In the wilderness, playing soccer and kissing girls But hey, this is the future And we don't grow up like that Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails And we scratch to the bottle when we need Hey, this is the future And we don't grow up like that Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails And we scratch to the bottle when we need Am (x02210@1) GAnd (320003@1)we learn to be ashamed of each other Em (022000@1)name="chord_022000@1">Em D (xx0232@1)name="chord_x1333x@3">C(III) G(III) (133211@3) DAnd (xx0232@1)we learn to be ashamed of ourselves One busy street, one flock of birds that scatters beneath my feet All these simple things they stick to me like truth, like ice, like fire