Cifras
Night Still Comes

Tono: B

Introducción:

B                                                            E  
My brain makes drugs to keep me slow
     B                                                            E  
A hilarious joke for some dead pharaoh
          B                                                              E  
But now, not even the masons know
             B                                                                 E  
What drug will keep night from coming
B    B7    Abm    E    Em  
E  
There are so many tools that are made for my hands
                     B                                                              E                                 A  
But the tide smashes all my best-laid plans to sand
                                B                                                                    E  
And there's always someone to say it's easy for me
                        B                                      B7  
But I revenged myself all over myself
                     Abm                                 E              Em              B  
There's nothing you can say to me
                                                                  E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B                                                              E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B                                                                                                              Abm  
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
B                                                                                                              Abm  
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't hold it
B    B7    Abm    E    Em  
E                    B                                                      E  
Did they poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
             B                                                                                    E  
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a miracle?
B                                                                    E  
I'm gonna go where my urge leads no more
B                                                                            E  
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the gore of the forest
     B  
A boreal feast, let it finish me, please
                                                                        B7  
Cause I revenged myself all over myself
                     Abm                                 E            Em                 B  
There's nothing you can do to me
                                                                  E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B                                                              E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B                                                                                                              Abm  
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
But wash your hands of it
B                                                                                                              Abm  
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you can't hold it
B                                                              E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B                                                              E            B  
You never held it at the right angle
B  
You never held it
B7  
You never held it
Abm                                         E    Em  
You never held it, oh...
B  
You never held it
B7  
You never held it
Abm                                         E    Em  
You never held it, oh...
B  
You never held it
B7  
You never held it
Abm                                         E    Em  
You never held it, oh...
B-  B7-  Abm-  E-  Em(2x)