Key: A
Introduction: G C G D G C G D
G C
The jacaranda are wet with color,
G D
And the heat is a great paint brush, lending color to our lives,
G C
To the air, and to out faces but i'm going to alaska
G D
Where there's snow to suck the sound out from the air.
G C
Up, yes, in the branches,
G D
The purple blossoms, go pale at the edges
G C
There is moaning in the shifting of the sap, and i see in them traces
G D
Of last year, but then they hadn't grown so strong,
G C
And their limbs were more like wires. now they are cables.
G D G
Thick and alive with alien electricity, and i am going to alaska,
C G
Where you can go blind just by looking at the ground,
D
Where fat is eaten by itself
C G
Just to keep your body warm.
G C
Because from where we are now, it seems, really,
G D
That everything is growing in a thousand different ways
G C
That the soil is soaked through with old blood and with relatives
G D
Who were buried here, or close to here, and they are giving rise
G C
To what is happening. or can you tell me otherwise?
G D
I am going to alaska, where the animals can kill you,
G C
But they do so in silence, as though if no-one hears them,
G D
Then it really won't matter. i am going to alaska.
C G
They tell me that it's perfect for my purposes.