Tono: Eb
Introducción: C Am7 Am Dm Am C F C Am Am7
F C C7+ C G
Oh, and I finally caught a coma
F C C7+ C G
Oh and my irony forged an omen
C Am7 E7
Couldn't hear your name
C Am7 Am
Couldn't steer on my own
C Am7 E7
You had barely aged
C Em7 Am
Let it domino
C Am7 E7
In the evening
C Am7 Am
had I said I'd postpone
C Am7 E7
Sever all you limbs
C Em7 Am
Follow head over toes
F Am
Years ago
C7+ Am7 Am
I coined the portmanteu
G F Am
I tore the words you sewed
Dm C7+
Thought that I would shape it
Am7 Am
It's all in the cadence
C Dm C
Hard enough to say at all
F C C7+ C G
Oh, and I finally caught a coma
F C C7+ C G
Oh and my irony forged an omen
C Am7 E7
Further in a deeper haze
C Am7 E7
Oh I couldn't steer on my own
C Am7 E7
Hardly had an even say
C Am7 Am
Had I even said I'd postpone
F G6/11
Sister I know
C Fm7
Harder than most
F G6/11
When you're bitter to the aura
C Fm7
She never spoke
F G6/11
The better of a woman
C Fm7
She was the color of smoke
F G6/11 E Fm7
Go farther in the furrow, called it off
C Fm7
She was held in a choke
F G6/11
And the corners of the atlas
C Fm7
Seared, white as a tone
F G6/11
A murmur at the lighter
Dm C
Sounds of naphtha
C Fm7
Burned harder than most