Bright Eyes – Make War (Guitar)

            E
Our love is dead but without limit,

         A
like the surface of the moon

       E                           B7
or the land between here and the mountains.

            E
Well, it is not these hiding places

           A
that have kept us innocent

                  E                B7            E
but the way you taught me to just let it all go by.

              E
And so we've learned to be as faithless,

        A
stand behind bulletproof glass,

    E                                B7
exchanging our affections through a drawer.

                   E
And it was always horribly convenient

     A
and happening too fast.

                        E                  B7             E
You should count your change before you're even out the door.

  A                   E
Return, return to the person that you were.

   C#m            B
And   I will do the same

                A                  E
'cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone.

   F#m                A             E
My compass spins, the wilderness remains.

         E
Once too often, I've retreated

         A
into the depths of my despair.

          E                              B7
I built a barricade to block you on the road.

                        E
But standin' there with all of my possessions

      A
piled higher than a house,

          E                   B7               E
I felt closer to you than you ever would have known.

             E
So let these tiny acts of charity

           A
be common ground on which to build

  E                            B7
a monument to commemorate our times.

                E
And though you say you've found another

                A
who will surely speed you on your way,

                      E              B7                  E
don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by.

         A                  E
So hurry up and run to the one that you love.

   C#m                   B
And   blind him with your kindness.

               A                E
And he'll make war, oh war, on who you were before.

          F#m          A                E
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart.

       E
Now, I tell myself I've mended

             A
under these patches of blue sky.

                  E                               B7
There are still a few holes that let in a little rain.

            E
And so it's crying on my shingles.

               A
My floorboards moan under my feet.

                   E                    B7             E
The refrigerator's whining, so I've got reason to complain.

                  E
But I'm not gonna bless you with such compliments,

       A
some degrading psalm of praise,

                      E                         B7
like the kind that converted you to me so long ago.

              E                                A
Because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town.

              E                 B7              E
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul.

         A                 E
So hurry up and run to the one that you love.

   C#m                  B
And   tie him up in your likeness,

            A                 E
And he'll become, become the prisoner I was.

          F#m         A               E
And know all that has spoiled in your heart.

            F#m         A               E
He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart.

         A                 E
So hurry up and run to the one that you love.

   C#m                   B
And   blind him with your kindness.

               A                E
And he'll make war, oh war, on who you were before.

          F#m          A               E
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart.

                  F#m          A               E
Yeah, he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.