Biffy Clyro – Sounds Like Balloons (Guitar)

Capo 1
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Chords

D and Em-chords in the chorus are just played as octaves Ancient Rome
Am
We built that fucker stone by stone

                      F
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

                         Dm
But we stayed strong and carried on

Am
Come on in
Do you want to touch my bulbous head?
                          F
With features wrapped and stretched to death

                 Dm
A tiny nose is all that's left

Am         G Dm (Harp)
This is not

Am                  G Dm (Harp)
For your entertainment

C                       (D  Em)
The land at the end of our toes

     F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

     G
The sand at the core of our bones

        Am
It blows on, and on, and on, and on

C                       (D  Em)
The land at the end of our toes

     F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

       G
The sand at the core of our bones

           C
Continues on

Am
The basement's gone

Am
It seems they've dug up all our land

                       F
The world was lowered man by man

                           Dm
Let's move the sky and not join hands

Am
Ancient Rome

Am
We built that fucker stone by stone

                      F
Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

                        Dm
But we stayed strong and carried on 

Am         G Dm
This is not

Am                  G Dm
For your entertainment

    C                   (D  Em)
The land at the end of our toes

     F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

      G
The sand at the core of our bones

        Am
It blows on, and on, and on, and on

    C                   (D  Em)
The land at the end of our toes

      F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

     G
The sand at the core of our bones

         C
Continues on

Dm                      Am
Life still sounds like balloons

                     C
You chew and you chew and chew

                             F
Your teeth crumble to the floor

                                      Dm
It's where they lay, it's where they lay

                       Am
The past never really dies

                       C
I don't think we even try

                        F
There's no difference from

                          Dm
Where we wake or where we die
Dm Am C F 2x
Dm       Am
Balloons

Am         C
Balloons

C       F
Balloons

   C                    (D  Em)
The land at the end of our toes

     F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

       G
The sand at the core of our bones

        Am
It blows on, and on, and on, and on

   C
The land at the end of our toes

     F
Goes on, and on, and on, and on

      G
The sand at the core of our bones

        C
Continues on