Ivory Black

D                     A
The less and less I sing
                      F#m
As my skin begins to creep
                       A
For I recognize the truth
                        D
About the permanence of me
                   A
And we are paper-thin
                      F#m
We're tearing at the folds
                          A
You're living if you're warm
But I'm just feeling

F#m                A
Cold, but I'm not dead
                    D                 A
Carrying all these fears on wings of lead
F#m                   A
Coursed between the cracks
         D               A
Burn my bones to ivory black

D                     A
The less and less I sing
                      F#m
As my mouth begins to feed
              A
On any ease I find
                    D
But nothing that I need
                 A
The moment I am sure
                     F#m
I am sure to second guess
                    A
I'll never learn to fly
                        D
If I never leave this nest
                 A
The moment I am sure
                     F#m
I am sure to second guess
                       A
I'm not looking for a home
                            D
I'm just looking for some rest

F#m A D F#m A F#m A

D          A
And like a wooden frame
      F#m
With silk-screen for a hide
D               A
From my pores I recreate
    F#m
The same old stupid lies
    D                 A
And with my teeth and with my nails
     F#m         A    D
I'll scratch off my designs

F#m                A
Cold, but I'm not dead
                   D                  A
Carrying all these fears on wings of lead
F#m                  A
Coursed between the cracks
         D              A
Burn my bones to ivory black

D  A  F#m
oh oh oh    x3
D  A
oh oh

F#m                A
Cold, but I'm not dead
                   D                  A
Carrying all these fears on wings of lead
F#m                  A
Coursed between the cracks
         D              A
Burn my bones to ivory black

D          A
And like a wooden frame
        F#m
With silk-screen for a hide
D                 A
From my pores I recreate
    F#m
The same old stupid lies
    D             A
And with my teeth and with my nails
     F#m         A   D
I'll scratch off my designs

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