[Bbm]Stand and move and walk across the water.
[C#]Peel the cover from the city.
[G#]Watch its insides twitch and [F#]smoke and rotate endlessly.
[Bbm]Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
[C#]Lots of other worlds exist.
[G#]Soon enough we?ll tear them open.
[F#]Soon enough we?ll break them too.
[Bbm]Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
[C#]Metal fingers scrape the skies.
[G#]The windows look like Christm[F#]as lights from out here.
[Bbm]Floating. Counting clouds. They?re slowly fading.
[C#]Blending in with cardboard skies.
[G#]Soon we?ll manufacture replicas.
[F#]It?s all replaceable.
[C#]From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
[Bbm]Like they?re holding the world together; like it?ll blow any minute.
[G#]And I?ve got another thought I?ll keep to myself.
[F#]Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
[C#]There?s nothing new to discover, there?s nothing new to invent.
[Bbm]There?s nothing new to think that hasn?t been thought of before.
[G#]And there?s nothing to believe we haven?t already forgotten.
[F#]There?s nothing left, there?s nothing new, there?s nothing?
N.C.
No, no, no, no.
[C#]And I?ve got another dream I?ll keep to myself.
[Bbm]Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
[G#]And I?ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I?d always meant to send.
[F#]We?d speak our minds and change the world.
We?d fix the past and pave the way.
[C#]But now we?re fresh out of heroes; now we?ve run dry on hope.
[Bbm]There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
And holes, wi[G#]thin holes, within holes, within you.
And a place[F#] to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
[C#] [Bbm] [G#] [F#]
[C#]Peel the cover from the city.
[G#]Watch its insides twitch and [F#]smoke and rotate endlessly.
[Bbm]Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
[C#]Lots of other worlds exist.
[G#]Soon enough we?ll tear them open.
[F#]Soon enough we?ll break them too.
[Bbm]Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
[C#]Metal fingers scrape the skies.
[G#]The windows look like Christm[F#]as lights from out here.
[Bbm]Floating. Counting clouds. They?re slowly fading.
[C#]Blending in with cardboard skies.
[G#]Soon we?ll manufacture replicas.
[F#]It?s all replaceable.
[C#]From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
[Bbm]Like they?re holding the world together; like it?ll blow any minute.
[G#]And I?ve got another thought I?ll keep to myself.
[F#]Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
[C#]There?s nothing new to discover, there?s nothing new to invent.
[Bbm]There?s nothing new to think that hasn?t been thought of before.
[G#]And there?s nothing to believe we haven?t already forgotten.
[F#]There?s nothing left, there?s nothing new, there?s nothing?
N.C.
No, no, no, no.
[C#]And I?ve got another dream I?ll keep to myself.
[Bbm]Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
[G#]And I?ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I?d always meant to send.
[F#]We?d speak our minds and change the world.
We?d fix the past and pave the way.
[C#]But now we?re fresh out of heroes; now we?ve run dry on hope.
[Bbm]There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
And holes, wi[G#]thin holes, within holes, within you.
And a place[F#] to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.
[C#] [Bbm] [G#] [F#]
