Pierce The Veil - Currents Convulsive - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: Hm ]

This isn't too close to the original, but there were no chords for this song, and i think it sounds pretty
nice acoustic.

[Verse 1]

(So)
Bm
Congratulations,
(Long)
A                G
Break a leg tonight.
G                                     A             Bm
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife.
Bm
Crying backwards,
A              G
Under bedroom lights.
(Hold G)
The operation..


[Chorus]

Bm                         A
I don't think you'll ever want to love me,
G
You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor's..

[Verse 2]
Bm     A   G
Sober up (and bury the empty cup),
   Bm             A            G
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie.
               Bm                 A
When I sew you up, don't let me (up!)
Stop bleeding,
G
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin.
Bm                       A
Won't let me go, oh no, oh no
             G
And they're ruining the mood.
G                               A
So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle


[Chorus]

Bm                               A
And I, I don't think you'll ever want to love me,
G
You'd better listen to your doctor, doctor's
A
Lie! Lie! Lie!
If the dollar is right,
G
Oh my sweet little girl,
                                 Bm (strum once)
Hold your mouth and you'll be alright.


[Hook]

N.C.
Gather round, gather round!
Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide,
The moment you've all been waiting for.
Tonight! Join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death.
And the miracle of resurrection!


[Bridge]

Bm                      A
Please understand me when,
                    G
I'd rather see you dead
Than live without me,
So thirsty for more.

Bm     A     G


Bm
Beyond the sea blue light,
A
I met the love of my life.
G
She'd rather see me dead than
Face me.
Bm                   A
I like your starry eyes,

They yell
"Surprise, surprise!"
G
I'm in love,
But not for long.

Bm
Our operation,
A
Call off the operation.
Bm
Our operation,
G
Call off, off, off!

[Outro]
Another wave has turned its back on me,
Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see.
(If your delicate eyes don't blink someday)
Can't count on anything,
(They might as we'll be gone)
For you I'd count the salt under the sea.