Tono: D
Introducción: D G D
D G D
Hold your tongue the unwilling and the safe
G D
Make your mark in your own tiny way
G Bm
Your own miniature firework display for one
D G D
Fear of facing the shadow on the shore
G D
Tied in knots and hung out on the backdoor
G D Bm
The 'boy-done-good' thoughts of valour and the all for one
A D
It's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands
Bm G D
And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand
Em Bm
They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between
G A D G D
The worry of bearing the ghost in the machine
D G D
I eat your words and you mark my mistakes
G D
We set the dictionary up to fail
G D Bm G
The work of poets is a vapour we exhale it's gone
D G D
Fleeting fondness is a flicker in your frown
G D
Spilling out in adjectives and nouns
G Bm
A mess of letters once it's chewed and swallowed down all gone
A D
It's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands
Bm G D
And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand
Em Bm
They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between
G A D G D
The worry of bearing the ghost in the machine
F
How do you feel pain?
C
(Tremors through the floor)
F
How do you hear sound?
Am
(Tapping on the walls)
F
I wish I could feel it all
G F(P.M)
(I wish I could feel it all)
G C
It's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands
Am F C
And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand
Dm Am
They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between
Am G
The worry of bearing the ghost
F G
The worry of bearing the ghost
C F C
In the machine
Music by Admiral Fallow.