Reverberate

G D
G D

  G               A
I see your mother stare right past us
     Bm7                      D
As I picture you peering over tinted glasses
G            A
I feel like a wicked bastard
Bm7              D
Standing by your wicker casket

    G               A
And I can hear your fragile laughter
   Bm7                 D
As wine bends time, us made of plaster
    G                A
The river finds its drunken master
    Bm7                      D
The fear you felt before the breathless after

        G
And the way
    A
The waves
    F#m   G
Reverberate
        G
Down my frame
  A
A quake
          F#m   G
Across my vertebrae
G A Bm7 Em
G A Bm7

        G                            A
So I'll subvert my simple senses for sensational relief
        Bm7                     D
But the subtle serendipity gets caught between my teeth
           G                       A
And when I go to bed I can't even think to sleep
       Bm7                           D
'Cause all that's in my head are the monsters underneath

        G
And the way
    A
The waves
 F#m   G
Reverberate
        G
Down my frame
  A
A quake
          F#m  G
Across my vertebrae

      G        A
But I love my friends
                  Bm7   D
They make me feel alive again
      G          A
Or at least they remind me
         Bm7      D
That I'm not even dead
      G       A
But I felt so old
   Bm7          D
So hardened and cold
         G              A
Maybe the gaps will snap back
       Bm7             D
But synapses fill with mold
G A Bm7 D
G A Bm7 D

      G
Well, love could be the glue
     A
That holds the cracks together
    Bm7
Or just inhale the fumes
          D
Make your synapses feel better
    G
Let chemicals break down
     A
The white between the grey
        Bm7
As your ventricles collapse
        D
And the flak takes down the plane, yeah
 G
Love could be the glue
     A
That holds the cracks together
   Bm7
Or just inhale the fumes
          D
Make your synapses feel better
    G
Let chemicals break down
    A
The white between the grey
        Bm7
As your ventricles collapse
        D
And the flak takes down the plane

        G
And the way
    A
The waves
  F#m   G
Reverberate
        G
Down my frame
  A
A quake
         F#m   G
Across my vertebrae

      G       A
But I love my friends
                  Bm7    D
They make me feel alive again
      G          A
Or at least they remind me
         Bm7      D
That I'm not even dead
      G       A
But I felt so old
   Bm7          D
So hardened and cold
          G              A
Maybe the gaps will snap back
      Bm7             D
But synapses fill with mold

      G       A
But I love my friends
They make me feel alive again
      G          A
Or at least they remind me
That I'm not even dead
      G       A
But I felt so old
    Bm7         D
So hardened and cold
          G              A
Maybe the gaps will snap back
       Bm7             D
But synapses fill with mold

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