C#m                                      B
You spread your rusty fingers across the ledge.
                                         E            
You get your grip and peer down over the edge.

You watch the city move and breathe and migrate.
                                      C#m
You?re not apart of it. You?re broken now, like us.
                     B                  E
I turn and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
          G#m
And cross side-walks with an earful of white noise.
C#m                                          B
You sit up on your perch for the rest of the night.
                                               E
You watch the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.

You count the stars reflecting in the windows.

And then you realize just how minimal you are.
C#m                  B                   E
I stop and watch the airplanes leave the city.
      G#m
And I silently wish I was on one.
C#m                                         B
You sit down slow and watch yourself in the glass.
                                         E
You reach inside and tear out all your cables.

Snakes of smoke are dripping from your fingers.

You have no body, just a cage to hold your parts.
C#m                    B
I have no answers; I?m rambling.
      E            G#m
I was never one to solve whatever has gone wrong.
C#m                                        B
You lie down on the roof and watch the sun rise.
                                           E
Its burning fingers rummage through your insides.

And for a moment you feel like you?re alive.

And then it?s gone, so you get up.
E                                                    B
Up, up, baby. There?s blood on the sidewalks of this town.
                      C#m                         B                  A
They?ve got us on the ropes. But we don?t have to take it lying down anymore.

Our hands aren?t tied now.
E                                                   B
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of this town.
                       C#m
They?ve got ?em buried deep.
                B                             A
Under layers of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

C#m   B            E       A
We?ll leave on the evening train.
C#m         B            E          A
It won?t be long, but it feels that way.
C#m            B                     E    A
But home never meant very much to us any__way.
C#m               B                            A
So we convince ourselves that we?re better off gone.
                E
And maybe we?re right.
    E     B          C#m
And we collapse on a road.
      B                        A           B                E
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn?t look like such a waste.
    E       B             C#m         B                     A
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
       B          E
And we never wake again.

Never again, no never again.