[intro] B G#m [verse 1] B I can feel it on my tongue Brick and mortar as thick as scripture G#m D#m F# Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers B I babble on until my voice is gone [verse 2] This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks G#m D#m Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar F# But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing B Like molars gnashing [chorus] F# B 'Cause like constellations a million years away G#m C# Every good intention, every good intention B F# B Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array G#m Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence [verse 3] B All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night And a matter of time F# But I hear the rumble As the tectonic plates start to shake B And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum [chorus] F# B 'Cause like constellations a million years away G#m C# Every good intention, every good intention B F# B Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array G#m Clinging to the faces Clinging to the shapes in the silence [solo] G#m C# G# C# B D# F# B G#m F# B G# [chorus] F# B Like constellations imploding in the night G#m F# Everything is turning, everything is turning B And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light G#m And everything you thought you knew F# will fall apart, but you'll be all right [end] B D#m G#m D#m B G#
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