Tabbed by Owen Tosh
mailfortytwo@gmail.com
http://42.servehttp.com

Chords:

[D2/C] [D2/B] [D2/Bb]

e —0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–1—|
B —1—–3—–2—–3—–3—–3—–3—–3—–3—–1—|
G —0—–0—–2—–2—–0—–2—–2—–2—–2—–3—|
D —2—–2—–2—–2—–2—–0—–0—–0—–0—–3—|
A —3—–3—–0—–0—–0—–0—–3—–2—–1—–1—|
E —0—–0—–0—–0—–0—–X—–X—–X—–X—–1—|

Under the curtains the exit sign glows
Go now and no one will know
If you try later it may be too late
Don’t read the [D2/C]lines and get
[D2/B]Lost in the [D2/Bb]light on the stage

Two lovers standing hand in hand
Powerless to choose
The I’s are dotted, stars are crossed
Alone against the muse

It may look enticing but don’t walk that line
That’s what they want you to try
If you go chasing her spark in the night
Don’t call my [D2/C]name when they’re
L[D2/B]aughing and [D2/Bb]you’re in the fire

Isn’t there anything that we can do
For a friend? (aren’t you listening?)
Choking on pride, unable to think
With his head (can’t you hear us?)
We see the big picture, we know the way
This will end (oh well I guess)
That sometimes we have to let go
And there’s but one way for water to flow
So just sit back and enjoy the show

The ashes have settled, pawns have been played
What was your part in the game?
The house now is silent but what was your lot?
Did you rise [D2/C]up with
The [D2/B]curtain or [D2/Bb]fall for the plot?

Tabbed by Owen Tosh
mailfortytwo@gmail.com
http://42.servehttp.com

Chords:

e –0—-0—-0—-2—-0—-0—-0—-0—-3–|
B –1—-1—-3—-3—-3—-0—-2—-3—-3–|
G –0—-0—-0—-2—-2—-0—-0—-0—-0–|
D –2—-2—-2—-0—-0—-2—-2—-2—-0–|
A –0—-3—-3—-0—-0—-2—-2—-2—-2–|
E –0—-0—-0—-X—-X—-0—-0—-0—-3–|

Intro:

Em7 Em6 Em (listen to a recording for the rhythms)

I’m an actor, a web-voyeur
I’m a fall-down follow-through
Trying hard to find somebody
And be somebody
Like we’re all supposed to do
Any day now the lights will change
And we’ll all be forced to go
Running with our heads down
Hiding our eyes from people
We don’t know

Maybe I’m just cynical
I could care less than I do
It’s a feeling I’ve grown tired of
Haven’t you?
When I finally leave it all behind
Maybe you’ll be leaving too
But it’s obvious you’re cynical
You don’t believe in miracles

It’s amazing colour dreams of things
I can see in monochrome
I can buy a prime-time body
With part-time money
From the comfort of my home
We’re so lazy, we’re soap-box heroes
And we’ve got so much to say
But if I never cast my ballot
I wash my hands and walk away

Maybe it’s a dream it’s a nightmare
Figure we’ve fallen asleep, we’ve fallen asleep
And if I close my eyes, I’m alone in the room
Can it go any deeper, go any deeper?

Maybe I’m just cynical
I could care less than I do
It’s a feeling I’ve grown tired of
Haven’t you?
And if I ever leave it all behind
Maybe you’ll be leaving too
But it’s obvious you’re cynical
You don’t believe in miracles
If you can’t believe your eyes
What can I do?