Bright Eyes – An Attempt To Tip The Scales (Guitar)

          D                F#m
Did you expect it all to stop

        G            A
at the wave of your hand?

          D                 F#m
Like the sun's just gonna drop

          G         A
if it's night you demand.

             D                 F#m
Well, in the dark we're just air

        G              A
so the house might dissolve.

            D                 F#m
Once we're gone, who's gonna care

           G             A
if we were ever here at all?

      G
Well, summer's gonna come,

           A
it's gonna cloud our eyes again.

F#m
   No need to focus

             G                    A
when there's nothing that's worth seeing.

           D             F#m
So we trade liquor for blood

        G                  A
in an attempt to tip the scales.

             D             F#m
I think you lost what you loved

         G         A
in that mess of details.

                 F#m
They seemed so important at the time

             G
but now you can't even recall

     F#m
any names, faces, or lines.

             G               A
It's more the feeling of it all.

      G
Well, winter's gonna end,

          A
I'm gonna clean these veins again.

F#m                         G
   So close to dying that I finally can

      A
start living.