The Line

Capo: 1st fret

[INTRO]
 
Am G D
Am G D
 
[VERSE 1]
 
         Am               G              D
When I sing these words into an empty room
         Am                G             D
I'm not sure if they will even make a sound
     Em
If I burn my paper courage
     G
If I sow it in the ground
         Am                           D
Will the ashes yield a seed to work around?
           Am               G               D
There's a hollow that once held a sense of youth
          Am                G              D
A little patch of light I learned to cut into
           Em
To cash it in for something wiser
       G
I just want a little truth
           Am                                  D
From every fire and flood that feeds a deeper wound
 
 
[CHORUS]
 
           Bm
It used to be like a creek
        Em            G             C    D
Flowing from a summit I could never see
         Bm                  Em              G
Now it's frozen dry, carving lines around my eyes
        C              G
Tracing knots along my spine
        Am                               C
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
            Am               C             Em
To find the line between the truth and the belief
 
 
Em G D
Am G D
 
 
[VERSE 2]
 
       Am                 G                  D
War is young in terms of time, but it's got teeth
         Am            G              D
Tearing families and futures at the seams
      Em
Be it oil or gold or water
        G
We have always treasured greed
         Am                          D
We won't bite the dying hand of history
       Am                       G                    D
To my friends who think you'll save yourselves some time
              Am             G               D
Because your confidence has withered up and died
        Em
You are more than what you carry
        G
You are more than what you hide
         Am                                 D
You will never know how much you leave behind
 
 
[CHORUS]
 
           Bm
It used to be like a creek
        Em            G             C    D
Flowing from a summit I could never see
         Bm                  Em              G
Now it's frozen dry, carving lines around my eyes
        C              G
Tracing knots along my spine
        Am                               C
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
            Am               C             Em
To find the line between the truth and the belief
 
 
[BRIDGE]
 
      D                               C             G
Every day dies in convulsion, I gotta smile away my pride
       D                                  C             G
But my nerves are buzzing rhythms, like defective power lines
        D                               C              G
Burning holes into my memory, streaming smoke into the sky
              Am                                C
One day we'll talk about what stars used to be like
 
 
Am C D
 
 
[CHORUS]
 
           Bm
It used to be like a creek
        Em            G             C    D
Flowing from a summit I could never see
         Bm                  Em              G
Now it's frozen dry, carving lines around my eyes
        C              G
Tracing knots along my spine
        Am                               C
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
            Am               C             Em
To find the line between the truth and the belief
 
 
Em G D
 
            Am               C             Em
To find the line between the truth and the belief
 
 
[OUTRO]
 
 
Em G D
Am G D
Am G D