E
B
A
E
A
B
A
E
E
B
I could break free from the
A
Wood of a coffin
E
If I need
A
But nothin’s hard as
B
Gettin’ free from places
A
E
I’ve already been
E
I’ve been waste-deep
B
A
In the burnin’ meadows
E
Of my mind
A
In the engine
B
In cold December
A
E
Shootin’ fire from the hose
E
G#m
Now turn off your lights
C#m
E
‘Cause I’m not comin’ home
A
B
A
E
‘Til I’m delivered for the first time
E
B
I was first-born to a parade
A
E
That follows in rows
A
B
Down a narrow cold black river
A
Faceless shadows
E
Movin’ slow
E
I would move swift when
B
A
E
The sounds of a trumpet would blow
A
I’ve been the puppet
B
I’ve been the strings
A
E
I know the vacant face it brings
E
G#m
Now the bells of curfew
C#m
E
They may ring before I’m through
E
But soon
A
B
A
E
I’ll be delivered for the first time
E
You might keep clean
B
A
E
In the back of an angel motorcade
A
B
It doesn’t matter who walks in
A
E
You know, the joke is still the same
E
You’ll just wake up
B
A
Like a disposable lover
E
Decomposed
A
I’ve been gone
B
I’ve been remembered
A
I’ve been alive
E
I’ve been the ghost
E
G#m
So now, if downtown explodes
C#m
E
I’ll still be on this road
A
B
A
E
‘Til I’m delivered for the first time
E
I have drawn blood
B
From the neckline
A
E
When vampires were in fashion
A
You know I’d even learn
B
To cut my throat
A
E
If I thought I could fit in
E
‘Cause I, I once heard
B
That you gotta learn
A
E
How to blend in to this mess
A
Where nothin’s hard
B
Nothin’s precious
A
E
And nothin’s smooth or flawless
E
G#m
Now, no more amused
C#m
E
A
Just screaming to be delivered
B
A
E
For the first time
E
B
Now I’m 10 miles in the deep
A
E
And mighty blue sea
A
B
Looking back, towards a long white beach
A
E
Burnin’ up into yellow flames
E
And I just wave back
B
A
Like a little boy up on a pony
E
In a show
A
‘Cause I can’t fix
B
Something this complex
A
E
Any more than I can build a rose
E
G#m
So just keep on letting go
C#m
E
‘Cause I must be close
A
B
A
E
To being delivered for the first time
E
Now I’d rather bleed out
B
A
A long stream from being lonely
E
And feel blessed
A
B
Well than drown, laying face down
A
E
In a puddle of respect
E
I was once lost
B
A
In the corridors of the arena
E
In blindfolds
A
I’ve been the bull
B
I’ve been the whip
A
E
I just pulled down the matador
E
G#m
So now, turn on your lights
C#m
E
‘Cause I’m comin’ home
A
B
A
E
I’ve been delivered for the first time
E
B
A
E
A
B
A
E
C#m
G#m
B
E
A
