Verse: F C C G G F G C
Outro: F C G
Intro:
F C G
Verse:
F Seems like the roads stretch out like v C eins, but there's no h G eart.
Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part.
So we sing ... (F C G)
I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me.
I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free,
And I can sing ... (F C G)
Bridge:
C Crawled from my Em bed, to coll F ect the thoughts that had
fallen from my h C ead,
And Bb you watched me si F nk, through the carp G# et, through the
basement, and be Bb yond.
And you didn't blin C k.
C On the glass, I t G raced the s F un with my thumb. It s G ank into the gr C ound.
C And then the star G s were blin F king like kids who wer G e staring into the C wind.
C So I climbed thro G ugh the win F dow and walked until I G lost my nam C e.
C Now I can G play the vic F tim. It's fine. I've G seen it on Am TV.
But if there's one t G hing I know, it's that I never really
know en F ough.
Verse:
F Our hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs: t C hey're just mach G ines.
F These hearts are all that we've got left, and t C hey don't beat. G
Outro: F C G
Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes.
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes.
Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow.
Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones.
The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window.
The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow.
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes.
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts.
I hope you enjoy playing playing this! If you have any further questions/issues
than email me at tom.b.richards@gmail.com.
Electric President
