Tom: F
Introdução:
C Em
I'm digging up the bones of the failures I've buried
F G
I'm pulling out my white flags in various stages
Dm
The sun bleached in gray
Am
Gonna sew them all together
C7 F
Gonna fashion their bones into a frame
G
Tie the flags on a string
F
Stretched across until they're wings
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
C Em
I clipped a bird with my car on the freeway
F
He won't see a burial
G Dm
And all week long I kept thinking of death
Am
How me and Hemingway share forehead scars
C7 F
I won't meet the same fate that he did
G
In a world that I can't fix
F
With a hammer in my grip
Fm
I'm no closer to heaven
Am Dm G
It feels like the day before something important
C C/B Am
It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks
Dm G
It's how I'll always feel like a failure
F
In the back of my head
Fm
No matter where I've been
C
The future feels bright
Em
The glow of the city
F
Out across the great plains
G
With the closer I get
Dm
The further I feel away
Am
I can stay here in the darkness
C7 F
Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days
G
We never reach the gates
F
I'll keep walking anyway
Fm C
I'm no closer to heaven