Tom: E

 E      F#m                   
He says he looks in the mirror
C#m             A           
And he can't tell anymore
E   F#m             C#m                  A 
Who he really is and who they believed him to be
 E          F#m                      
And he says he walks a thin line
C#m              A                
Between what is and what could be
 E                 F#m    
and he's getting closer
 C#m                 A              
to something he can't understand


B5                    E
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
B5                    E
and his throne of ice is melting
B5
He climbed his ladder 
E
There was nothing there
A5
Now it's a long way down


      E            F#m        C#m
Cause on and on and on he goes
        A     E
Dancing on the grave
        F#m                  C#m     A
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
    E         F#m           C#m
and on and on and on he goes
         A          E
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
    F#m             A
and castles made of sand


E       F#m                        
He says his head is filled up with
C#m             A
Cartoons and fairy tales
E                         F#m                
and he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
C#m            A
With smiles on their faces
E          F#m        
He's built a pretty cage
C#m            A
His show's on a beautiful stage
E                 F#m
With candy coated prison bars
C#m                       A
and chains that look like jewelry


B5                    E
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
B5                    E
and his throne of ice is melting
B5
He climbed his ladder 
E
There was nothing there
A5
Now it's a long way down


      E            F#m        C#m
Cause on and on and on he goes
        A     E
Dancing on the grave
        F#m                  C#m     A
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
    E         F#m           C#m
and on and on and on he goes
         A          E
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
    F#m             A
and castles made of sand


C#m                   A
Cause he lives inside
         E                  F#m
of fairy tales and castles now
C#m                       A
and there's no room inside
               E           F#m         A5   A      
for false expectations and illusions


B5                    E
There's a crack in his plastic crown
B5                    E
and his throne of ice is melting
B5
He climbed his ladder 
E
There was nothing there
A5
Now it's a long way down
A
It's along way down


      E            F#m        C#m
Cause on and on and on he goes
        A     E
Dancing on the grave
        F#m                  C#m     A
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
    E         F#m           C#m
and on and on and on he goes
         A          E
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
    F#m             A
and castles made of sand


      E            F#m        C#m
Cause on and on and on he goes
        A     E
Dancing on the grave
        F#m                  C#m     A
of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
    E         F#m           C#m
and on and on and on he goes
         A          E
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
    F#m             A
and castles made of sand


      E            F#m        C#m
Cause on and on and on he goes
        A     E
Dancing on the grave
                                         F#m                  C#m     A
(Cause on and on and on he goes) of what he thought was still alive (Hey)
    E         F#m           C#m
and on and on and on he goes
         A          E
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
    F#m             A
and castles made of sand