Chekhov's Gun

D  F#m  D  F#m

D                       F#m
Even gold turns black under the soles
       Em
Broken CDs in the potholes,
        G                                      D
Out of reach just like the things you can’t control
               F#m
Eyes caught in brighter lights
   Em
Oh dear, the fear will never fade
   G
It hides between the fine lines of your face

F#m                      G
    And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m                       G
    Or shadow you like a given name
A                                   G
  Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame
     A
You hide away inside your room
            G                  A
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same

D  F#m  D  F#m

D                  F#m
    You’ve got it figured out
     Em
But people aren’t logical
         G                                 D
They’ll drink the glass regardless of how full
           F#m
They live oblivious
    Em
To days that burn like cigarettes
     G
And fall in piles of things you soon forget

F#m                      G
    And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m                       G
    Or shadow you like a given name
A                                   G
  Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame
     A
You hide away inside your room
            G                  A
Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
( D  F#m  D  F#m  A )

G                  A
    Your life’s a power play
      D
Your curtain’s contradictory
     F#m
You shred the script and fake your victory
G                    A
    It’s hidden in peripheral
    D
And so it glints like Chekhov’s gun
     G                  A
The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on
( D  F#m  D  G  A )

F#m                      G
    And maybe this will fade with fame
F#m                       G
    Or shadow you like a given name
A                                   G
  Sometimes truth’s disguised in a tangled shame
     A
You hide away inside your room
            G                 A
Close your eyes so nothing’s changing
       G                   A
Not a moment’s left worth taking
      G                        A
Everything’s mundane, nothing else remains
        G                   A
Cause change and pain will always feel the same

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

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