D Bm7 D Bm7
Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross
D Bm7 D Bm7
Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss
D Bm7 D Bm7
Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the throne
D Bm7 D Bm7
Martyrs take penance and fill up the mattress with stone
D
Pull straws with holy men Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach Where we can cross our hearts
G D
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin, wear out your welcome again
G D
Stand on the silence of mountains and wear out your welcome again
D A G
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
D A G
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
D A G
Crouched in a pillow of straw, feet on the floor
D A G
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
D
Pull straws with holy men Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach Where we can cross our hearts
D Bm7 D Bm7
Build up great railways that run through hours of the moon
D Bm7 D Bm7
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
D Bm7 D Bm7
Explain your machines to the boys, feed them with tools
D Bm7 D Bm7
Bring out the skill in your skin, polish your hair
D
Pull straws with holy men Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach Where we can cross our hearts
G D
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin, wear out your welcome again
G D
Stand on the silence of mountains and wear out your welcome again
