Intro:

C5 F5 (x4)

    C5                     F5
The blood runs down my legs

    A5                 G5                 F5
I'm soaked through and through but I'm indifferent

            C5                F5
and there's thunder in my head

  A5           G5                     F5
I can't hear a thing but it makes no difference.

Eb5              F5           C5
Because now the empire will fall

Eb5           F5             C5
and we'll be blamed for it all


and I wouldn't have it any other way

Interlude:

C5 F5 A5 G5 F5 G5 (x2) C5

                     F5
The house went up in flames

    A5        G5                  F5
and I sat and watched you from a distance

    C5                         F5
the wood creek didn't complain

        A5           G5               F5
and the walls folded in and took her with them

Eb5          F5           C5
And now the empire will fall

Eb5           F5             C5
and we'll be blamed for it all


and I wouldn't have it any other way

Interlude:

C5 F5 A5 G5 F5 G5 (x2) C5

               E5
Lost along the way

      A5            G5               F5
quiet nights grassy roads abandoned homes

        G5        C5
and the smell of bones

            E5
but I don't mind

           A5      G5             F5
as long as you are along for the ride

            G5         C5
because you feel like home

              F5
you feel like home

        G5         C5
and you feel like home

                    F5
cause you feel like home

          G5         C5
cause you feel like home

          E5
abandoned sky

           A5                   G5                F5
a flock of birds some scattered clouds and not a wind

        G5         C5                    E5
and the sounds of light, down in these fields

              A5              G5              F5
we don't have much beyond the clothes on our backs

       G5          C5
but it feels like home

                  F5
but it feels like home

       G5          C5
but it feels like home

                  F5
and it feels like home

       G5     C5
and it feels like

                       F5                                G5        C5
all the drafts another train has crashed the smoke runs from its sides

                         F5                          G5    A5
and I just pushed the remains aside and the piles a mile high

        G5                        F5             C5           A5
i might lose these hands there's never a guarantee

         G5              F5                                          C5
and if i fall to pieces i would like to choose where i would land


-Ben Malley