Some Crap About The Future
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. Abm 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. Abm 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 Abm 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.