How To Explain
Cat Empire

Tabbed by Damsk1849

I'm pretty sure a lot of this is right. 
  I'm least certain about the end of the chorus
"music is the language of us all" bit, so if
anyone that knows better would like to email me
that'd be cool: jazzman_law@hotmail.com
(I don't consider to be a jazzman of any sort,
I made that address when I was 12)

Chords:
C:   8 10 10 9 8 8
Bb:  6 8 8 7 6 6
A7:  5 7 5 6 5 5
Gm:  3 5 5 3 3 3
F:   1 3 3 2 1 1
Dm:  x 5 7 7 6 5
F7:  1 3 1 2 1 1
Dm*: x x 0 2 3 1 
C*:  x 3 2 0 1 0

(Trumpet Intro)

C Bb A7

A7
When a room becomes an altar 

And what beast that must exist 
              Bb
It flies with music from our lips 
             Gm        
And steals a kiss and blows it 
Bb           A7
Out into the mist 
(A7)
Where castles stand on cliffs 

And cobbled streets they wind and drift 
              Bb
And moods are made and set but shift 
                 Gm
This place where skies are low 
Bb            A7
And birds are big 

(A7)
We went to sleep in day 

And woke again the same day 
        Bb
We have learned to cheat the time 
             Gm
And find the hours 
         Bb            A7
That the clocks cannot define 
(A7)
As I looked up from that stage 
                               Bb
I felt the thing that had been made 

And how it raged 
           Gm
And how it raged 


Chorus
         Bb
How to explain? 

Something makes me howl 
    C
And shiver to the core 
      F
Ah outside if it was raining 
       Bb                C
Then inside there'd be a storm 
            Dm
We've got a pair of hands for climbing 
      Bb               C
And a pair of knees to spring 
      F
And a pair of balls for strength 
      Bb               C
And a pair of lungs to sing 
          F(7)
And these simple chords 
          Bb           Dm             C
That say: music is the language of us all 


Trumpet Break
Dm*  C*  Gm x3
Dm  C

C Bb A7

(A7)
To write these songs is to be written 

Ah the chorus always knows 
           Bb
What is in store 
                                Gm
And what is more the thing that sings us 
       Bb                  A7
Is the thing that makes us roar 
(A7)
I felt that beast 'kisso my neck 

We clapped our hands 
               Bb
And heard them spread 
                          Gm
There was a trumpet and a call 
          Bb                     A7
A pack of Spaniards screamed for more 

Music is the language of us all 

Music is the language of us all 
                            A7
Music is the language of us all 

Music is the language of us all 


Trumpet Break II
Dm*  C*  Gm x(many)
Dm*  C*

Chorus
(C)       Bb
I find it hard to speak emotional 
    C
Cos these things are the things that 
              F
Can't be said 

And when it's struck it strikes 
    Bb              C
The memory from our heads 
Dm
Once I wrote to play's 
      Bb             C
To be immortal for a night 
       F  
And despite the unknown hours 
          Bb
Something happens 
         C                   F(7)
When the light turns out the lights 

Then we fade and yawn 
   Bb               Dm             C                
To music that's the language of us all