Body chords by The Servant

Intro:
F#m D E E6 E

Verse:
F#m
You've got to take your mind off him
D
But not with aspirins
E
You won't
E6          E
You won't let your family in
F#m
Like smoke your body comes
D
Through the gaps in the urban slums
E

You try
E6        E
You try to speak american

Pre-Chorus:
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                  E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6    E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D                 E
You're the empty city streets and I
  E6 E
And I see you

Chorus:
     F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E           E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E          E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body

Verse:
F#m
When you make a cup of tea
D
You act like it's alchemy
  E
But it's not
E6         E
It's not what you think it to be
F#m
Seeing everything as signs
D
Seeing everything as lines
E
always
E6      E
Always lying saying you're fine

Pre-Chorus:
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                  E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6    E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D                 E
You're the empty city streets and I
  E6 E
And I see you

Chorus:
     F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E           E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E          E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body

Interlude:
F#m D E E6 E

Bridge:
F#m
When you don't know what you want
D                  E
You end up finding that you haunt your own
E6    E
Your own life
F#m
You're the daylight ghost that creeps
D            E
You're the empty city streets
N.C
But I can you

Chorus:
     F#m
And those talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E           E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the same
E          E6 E
Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body
F#m
Talkshows fill your days
D
Something is slipping away
E             E6  E
Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body
F#m
Your skin is cellophane
D
You know I feel the sa-a-a-ame
E             E6 E
Sometimes it feels like, oh, you don't have a body

Outro: