ntro:Am/E/Am/E
Am
She's sliding, she's sliding
E
down to the dregs of the world
Am
She's fighting, she's fighting
E
the urge to make sand of pearls
F
Heaven can wait
Am
and hell's too far to go
D
somewhere between what you need
Am
and what you know
F
And they are trying to drive
F C
the escalator into the ground
Am
She's hiding, she's hiding
E
on a battleship of baggage and bones
Am
There's thunder, there's lightning
E
and an avalanche of faces you know.
F
Heaven can wait
Am
and hell's too far to go
D
somewhere between what you need
Am
and what you know
F
And they are trying to drive
F C
the escalator into the ground
Am C
And you left your credentials
F
in a Greyhound station
Am C
with a first aid kit and a flashlight
F
going to a desert unknown
F
Heaven can wait
Am
and hell's too far to go
D
somewhere between what you need
Am
and what you know
F
And they are trying to drive
F C
the escalator into the ground