Rearrange The Art

B                           A
Maybe I could rearrange the art
                      Dm
That hangs upon these walls
                 A
Or maybe I could not

    B                                     F#m
The masterpiece that lies within this room
                            Dm
Has yet to leave these halls
                            A
And break through every door

      Bb             A
But I lie here on my back
  Bb             A
I stare into the white
    C#   B  Bb    C#     B     Bb
The lack of color blinds these eyes
     G            A    B
With silence comes the sight

B                                  A
Maybe I could call you on the phone
                        Dm
Tell you all my thoughts
                     A
Or maybe I should not

      B                                 F#m
These corridors and empty feathered beds
                          Dm
Are lacking what I’d hoped
                      A
In pictures in my head

      Bb                 A
But I lie here on my back
  Bb                  A
I stare into the black
    C#   B  Bb    C#     B     Bb
The lack of color blinds these eyes
    G              A    B
With darkness comes the night

G | A | B | B | F#m | F#m | Dm | Dm | A | A

B                            F#m
Maybe I can do this on my own
                     Dm
Make way for solitude
                   A
Or maybe I need you

    B                                  A
The ruby hues that outline all my words
                              Dm
Are chapped and humming chords
                      A
I’ve never used before

      Bb            A
But I lie here on my back
  Bb            A
I stare into the past
    C# B  Bb   C#    B  Bb
The me-mo-ries cloud my mind
    G              A    B
With dreaming comes the flight
          G              A    B
Yeah, with dreaming comes the flight

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