Death Cab For Cutie - Company Calls - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: Hm ]


First Verse:
Bm     D            G         E
Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
Bm          D            G                  E
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
         Bm           D              G       E
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
      Bm         D             G       E          Bm D G E          Bm D A E
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.

Bm     D        G               E
And I kept distance: the complications cloud
Bm       D            G               E
the postcards and blips through fiber optics,
       Bm          D             G         E
as the girls with pigtails were running from little
Bm            D              G        E                    Bm D G E
boys wearing bow ties their parents bought them: "I'll catch
     Bm D G E
you this time!"


Chorus:
F#                    E                            Bm     D     G E
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
F#                   E
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
Bm    D       G       E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.


Second Verse:
Bm     D            G           E
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
Bm    D           G         E
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Bm      D        G     E
up and down the main drag.
Bm            D                 G          E
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
      Bm D G E
It's not
      Bm    D G E
the first time.

Bm     D       G                   E
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
Bm   D       G                    E
and I'll contest, but they won't listen
           Bm      D            G  E
when the casualty rate's near 100%,
          Bm        D           G     E            B D G E    Bm D G E
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hard-----ly moving...


Chorus:
F#                    E                            Bm     D     G E
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
F#                   E
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
Bm    D       G      E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Bm  D         G       E        Bm      D        G   E
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
Bm    D       G      E     Bm      D         G E
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.