Tuning: standard

Chords:

     G     C     D    Am    Em
e|--3--|--0--|--2--|--0--|--0--|
B|--3--|--1--|--3--|--1--|--0--|
G|--0--|--0--|--2--|--2--|--0--|
D|--0--|--2--|--0--|--2--|--2--|
A|--2--|--3--|--0--|--0--|--2--|
E|--3--|-----|--2--|-----|--0--|

Verse:

      G                   C
  the city has sex with itself, I suppose.
         D                           G       D
  As the concrite provides, well the scenery grows,
          G                          C
  and the lonely, once bandaged, lay fully exposed,
         D                              
  having undressed their wounds for each other.
                 G
  And there is a boy in the basement
         C
  with a four-track machine,
            D                           G          D
  he's been strumming and screaming all night down there.
      G                        C
  The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings,
                         D                  
  but then they say it's better to bury your sadness
       C                        G
  in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring
     Am              C                    D
  to awake from it's sleep and burst into green.

Chorus:

             G
  Well, I've cried,
                Em
  and you would think I would be better for it,
                       D
  but the sadness just sleeps
                       C
  and it stays in your spine
                      G
  for the rest of your life.
           G
  And I've learned,
            Em
  and you'd think I'd be something more now,
                      D
  but it just goes to show,
                     C
  it is not what you know,
                     G
  it's what you were thinking at the time.

    Am                 C G F
e|-0-0-0-0-|-8P7----|-0-3-1-|
B|-1-1-1-1-|-----8--|-1-3-1-|
G|-2-2-2-2-|-0--(0)-|-0-0-2-|
D|-2-2-2-2-|--------|-2-0-3-|
A|-0-0-0-0-|--------|-3-2-3-|
E|---------|--------|---3-1-|

Verse:

       G                        C
(This feeling's familiar, I've been here before
       D                     G      D
  In a kitchen this quiet, I waited for
    G                           C
  a sign or just something that might reassure me
     D
  of anything close
     C                      G
  to meaning or motion[with reason to move].
    Am               C               D
  I need something I want to be close to.)

  Chorus:

        G
  And I scream,
(And I scream,)
        Em
  but I still know why I do it,
                          D
  because the sound never stays,
                       C
  it just swells and decays,
                G
  so what is the point?
      G
  Why try
(Why try)
     Em
  to fight what is now so certain?
                          D
  The truth is,all that I am
                C
  is a passing event
                  G
  that will be forgotten.