Am7 F
Oh my God look around this place
C
Fingers reach around the bone
Gsus G
You set the break you set the tone
Am7 F
Flights of grace and future falls
C Gsus G
In present pain all fools say
F C G F C G
Oh my God
This pattern continues for the next two verses
Oh my God why are we so afraid
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends
Oh my God
Oh my God can I complain
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings boats and alibis
All drift away
And a mother cries
Here it is silent until noted When the chords are played they are just strummed
out there is no introduction note
Liars and fools sons and failures
Theives will always say
F G
Lost and found ailing wanderers
C F
Healers always say
Am7 G
Whores and angels men with problems
C F
Leavers always say
The rest of the chords are as above until noted
Broken hearted seperated
Orphans always say
War-creators racial-haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Am7
Sometimes I cannot forgive
G
And these days mercy cuts so deep
C
If the world was how it should be
F
Maybe I could get some sleep
Am7
While I lay I dream we're better
G
Scales were gone and faces lighter
C
When we wake we hate our brother
F
We still move to hurt each other
The chords for the rest of the song are as above
Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of Heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give up
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritence
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offence
Oh my God Oh my God
Oh my God