The Hand chords by Annabelle Dinda

Intro
Am G   C   G



Verse 1
Am                                 G                                   F
 Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor
 Em                          Am
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer
 G                                      F
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer
 Em                                       Am
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here

Chorus
Am                                  G                                    F
 a hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain
 Em                                    Am
a toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden
 G                            F
a girl, a night, a typical type, a siren in the water
 Em                           Am
a scroll, a nod, a message from God, a son, a Holy Father

Verse 2
 G                                F
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
 Em                                Am
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself
 G                                             F
Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise"
 Em                            Am
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed

Chorus
Am                                          G                                       F
 The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
 Em                                         Am
The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window
 G                                    F
The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the bottle in the ocean
 Em                                   Am
The strike, the pause, the message from God forbid she shows emotion

Interlude
Am G



Bridge
Am
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention
G
This is a fake internal tension
F
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
 Em
And stand on its back to gain attention
Am
This isn't rage, it's too specific
G
I like to hate symbolic limits
F
This is no statement, I'm complicit
 G
This is a dream, God put me in it

Chorus
Am                                          G                                       F
 The hand, the pen, the writing again, the wind around the willow
 Em                                         Am
The felt, the ice, the passage of time, the melting down the window
 G                                    F
The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the siren in the water
 Em
The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
Am

 G                                    F
a hand, a shove, a valley, a jump, a score under the wire

Outro
 G                                           Am
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
 G                                           F
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher
 G                                           Am
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher