Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) F# B G#m C#m At the black center of my thoughts I plead E A E A “Winter, withdraw,” and I decide F# B G#m C#m I’ll boldly no longer feel the deep cold A F# I’ll only look to you E A E A Do you even look at me? E A E A What would we even be if not a part of this city?
F# B G#m C#m Entangled in deep tunnels that lead A F# to the deadbolt lock of our hovering box E A E A The light refracted again and again E A With the brightest tension E A E A The fifth dimension folded back with loaded guns E A F# Revealed its pact and pointed down vowed we'd dance E A E A So holding breath and holding hands E A E A Its splitting breadth and scathing rants F# A that pull and stretch at what we'd deepened F# B G#m C#m And when all that we built threatens to spill A F# in a puddle on the tracks, sleepy stranger staring back E A What a clumsy refraction E A What an awkward expansion E A Quite a sight to be seen E A E A When what you were expecting a girl of nine reflected E A F# Placed a skirt upon her head and said E A “Now a woman I'll precede E A Flowing hair, flow behind me E A From the glowing inside E A Through the growing divide F# Will you please provide A E A cloudy feeling I can ride?"