[Intro] Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm [Verse 1] Db He’s got too much pride Db Ab Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes Ab Ebm Life is never painted in the black and white Ebm Gbm Or with the gray between Db It’s got too much light Db Ab Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night Ab Ebm Moon that blinks before the tangerine Ebm Gbm And broken stains of morning sky [Chorus] Ebm And scattered on the birch trees Bbm Are the mockingbirds who disagree Ab On everything that flits to mind Gb What’s lost and what’s just hard to find Ebm And blaring on the silver box Bbm Are those who’re only there to talk Ab So I will find a better way to speak [Interlude] Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm [Verse 2] Db She’s got a new fake tan Db Ab Drinking pop culture from a silver can Ab Ebm Staring from her bed into a lava lamp Ebm Gbm That bubbles up her thoughts Db About money and time, Db Ab Things that share a problematic love life Ab Ebm They’ll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife Ebm Gbm Just when you’ve hit your prime [Chorus] Ebm And scattered on the dirty streets Bbm Are the broken souls who disagree Ab And beg for what you’re offering Gb And all the while we’re promising Ebm That rain will fall on fertile ground Bbm There’s no lost cause that can’t be found Ab So I will find the growth in every seed [Interlude] Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm [Verse 3] Db It’s a sketchy scene Db Ab Bottlecaps littering the pothole street, Ab Ebm Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat Ebm Gbm Of nighttime in LA Db In the local park, Db Ab Boys flinging curse words into the dark Ab Ebm Waiting for the day they’ll mend their splintered hearts Ebm Gbm In duct tape displays [Chorus] Ebm I’m standing by a marble wall Bbm Carving epitaphs of human fault Ab Why spend my whole life wondering Gb If I find lies more comforting? Ebm How can I invest my faith Bbm If what you give is what you take? Ab But I will try to find the in-between [Outro] Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db Ab Ebm Gbm Db
He's got too much pride
Lord, if you could see it with his navy eyes
Life is never painted in the black and white
Or with the gray between
It's got too much light
Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night
Moon that blinks before the tangerine
And broken stains of morning sky
And scattered on the birch trees
Are the mockingbirds who disagree
On everything that flits to mind
What's lost and what's just hard to find
And blaring on the silver box
Are those who are only there to talk
So I will find a better way to speak
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
She's got a new fake tan
Drinking pop culture from a silver can
Staring from her bed into a lava lamp
That bubbles up her thoughts
About money and time
Things that share a problematic love life
They'll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife
Just when you hit your prime
And scattered on the dirty streets
Are the broken souls who disagree
And beg for what you're offering
And all the while we're promising
That rain will fall on fertile ground
There's no lost cause that can't be found
So I will find the growth in every seed
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
It's a sketchy scene
Bottlecaps littering the pothole street
Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat
Of nighttime in LA
And in the local park
Boys flinging curse words into the dark
Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts
In duct tape displays
I'm standing by a marble wall
Carving epitaphs of human fault
Why spend my whole life wondering
If I find lies more comforting
How can I invest my faith
If what you give is what you take
But I will try to find the inbetween
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
Uh-hu-uh hu-uh
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