Key: A
Introduction: Am
Am
When the hills let go
Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover
G
On a ship filled with ghosts
Am
It's something to behold
Am
When the paper thin girls
With twisting little braids in their hair,
G
They take off their coats and throw
Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat,
F
Crying out
G Am
The stones they float, the stones they float
F G Am
Oh my God, the stones they float, the stones they float
Am
Down the burning ropes
Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies
G
You make your bed under the moonlight
Am
I think it's time we said goodbye
Am
Cause nothing moves in the warm air
And words that once would cut like a knife,
G
They just hang in the cloud and you're
Pushed by the lord,
F
But you're pulled by the crowds and
G Am
You're overboard, you're overboard
F G Am
Oh my God, she's overboard, she's overboard
Am G F
My love she's overboard
Am G F
She's overboard
Am G F
My love she's over board
Am G F
Am
Not a shell unbroken
In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay
G
It's not the time to be hanging around here
Am
You know what some might say
Am
That people get too reckless
That even with the simplest of crimes
G F
As I clean the knife for the very last time
G Am
I think she knows, I think she knows
F G Am
Oh my God, I think she knows, I think she knows
I think she know
Am G F