They use bar chords in the recording but feel free to strum away at the nut chords to
give a more "acousticky" feel
Intro:
E B x 2
What [E]gives this mess some grace unless it's
[B]kicks, man - unless it's
[C#]fiction, unless it's
[B]sweat or it's songs? What
hits [E]against this chest unless it's a
[B]sick man's hand, from some
[C#]mid-level band? He's been
[B]driving too long on a
[E]dark windless night, with the
[B]stereo on, with the
[C#]towns flying by and the
[Am]ground getting s[B]oft. And a
[E]sound in the sky, coming
[B]down from above, it sur-
[C#]rounds you and sighs and is
[Am]whispering o[B]f what
[E]pulls your body down, and that is
[B]quicksand. So climb out
[C#]quick, hand over hand, before your
[B]mouth's all filled up. What
[E]picks you up from down unless it's
[B]tricks, man? When I've been
[C#]fixed I am convinced that I will
[B]not get so broke up again. And on a
[E]seven day high, that
[B]heavenly song punches
[C#]right through my mind and just
[Am]hums through my b[B]lood. And I
[E]know it's a lie, but I'll
[B]still give my love. Hey, my
[C#]heart's on the line for your
[Am]hands to pluck o[B]ff. Oh...
[E] [B] [C#] [E]
What [E]gives this mess some grace unless it's
[B]fictions - unless it's
[C#]licks, man, unless it's
[B]lies or it's love? What
[E]breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
[B]rock and roll fan, just floating
[C#]up from the stands with her
[Am]heart opened u[B]p. And I want to tell her, "Your
[E]love isn't lost," say "my
[B]heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're
[C#]so wonderful! What a
[Am]dream in the d[B]ark - about
[E]working so hard, about
[B]growing so stoned, trying
[C#]not to turn off, trying
[Am]not to believe in that li[B]e all on your
[E]own."
[B] La la la
[C#]la Oh oh oh
[F]Oh
[B]
E B C# Am B x2
End on E
give a more "acousticky" feel
Intro:
E B x 2
What [E]gives this mess some grace unless it's
[B]kicks, man - unless it's
[C#]fiction, unless it's
[B]sweat or it's songs? What
hits [E]against this chest unless it's a
[B]sick man's hand, from some
[C#]mid-level band? He's been
[B]driving too long on a
[E]dark windless night, with the
[B]stereo on, with the
[C#]towns flying by and the
[Am]ground getting s[B]oft. And a
[E]sound in the sky, coming
[B]down from above, it sur-
[C#]rounds you and sighs and is
[Am]whispering o[B]f what
[E]pulls your body down, and that is
[B]quicksand. So climb out
[C#]quick, hand over hand, before your
[B]mouth's all filled up. What
[E]picks you up from down unless it's
[B]tricks, man? When I've been
[C#]fixed I am convinced that I will
[B]not get so broke up again. And on a
[E]seven day high, that
[B]heavenly song punches
[C#]right through my mind and just
[Am]hums through my b[B]lood. And I
[E]know it's a lie, but I'll
[B]still give my love. Hey, my
[C#]heart's on the line for your
[Am]hands to pluck o[B]ff. Oh...
[E] [B] [C#] [E]
What [E]gives this mess some grace unless it's
[B]fictions - unless it's
[C#]licks, man, unless it's
[B]lies or it's love? What
[E]breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
[B]rock and roll fan, just floating
[C#]up from the stands with her
[Am]heart opened u[B]p. And I want to tell her, "Your
[E]love isn't lost," say "my
[B]heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're
[C#]so wonderful! What a
[Am]dream in the d[B]ark - about
[E]working so hard, about
[B]growing so stoned, trying
[C#]not to turn off, trying
[Am]not to believe in that li[B]e all on your
[E]own."
[B] La la la
[C#]la Oh oh oh
[F]Oh
[B]
E B C# Am B x2
End on E
