Anarbor – Passion For Publication (Guitar)

          A
It's the calming before the storm

  E            B
Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm

          A
When you wake up hungover

  E            B
You wish you were sober

    A                                           E
I dance with the devil and dream with the demons

                  B                             A
Fell asleep with death and fell short of breath

                         E
When you wake up hungover

         B
You wish you were sober

A
Just be pretty but naive

E                     B
Anything you hear is what you believe

A
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

B               C#m       B      A
Wish you had undressed me in your head

          A
It's the low before the high

E                  B
It's been so long you thought you would die

              A
And when you wake up hungover

E           B           A
You wish you were sober

E                            B                 A
And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past

           E      B
With the clouds beneath my feet

A
Just be pretty but naive

E                     B
Anything you hear is what you believe

A
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

B               C#m       B        C#m   A   B
Wish you had undressed me in your bed

                        C#m   A   B
Cause we were falling apart

                         C#m   A   B
Built to crumble from the start

                        C#m      A                      B
I'm a cold metal machine and I'll do things you never see

A
Just be pretty but naive

E                     B
Anything you hear is what you believe

A
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

E               B         
Wish you had undressed me in your...

A
Just be pretty but naive

E                     B
Anything you hear is what you believe

A
Let the rhyme get stuck in your head

B               C#m       B        C#m   A   B
Wish you had undressed me in your bed

                        C#m   A   B
Cause we were falling apart

                         C#m   A   B
Built to crumble from the start

                        C#m      A                B        A
I'm a cold metal machine and I'll do things you never see

                      E           B          A
And what they don't tell you in church is 

            B  C#m  B   A
Saints are sinners too