Hands Like Houses – Hurricane (Guitar)

Dm                F
I'm bound up and broken,

                   C
caught out in the open,

               Gm
tape over my mouth,

                      Dm
with so much left unsaid.

                   F
Like gathering thunder,

                    C
we spoke over each other,

                      Gm                    A#
now strangers tied to opposite sides of the bed.

                   C
You say that I'm careless,

                 Gm
unkind and defensive,

                                              A#
when all I want is someone there to hold me close.

                        C
I don't mean to be heartless,

                 Gm
I'm trying my hardest

     Dm       F
I'll bide my time,

               C
watch the hurricane blow by

        Gm
and the clouds run dry.

     Dm        F
I'll bite my tongue,

                     C
and hold on 'til my hands go numb

        Gm
or the quiet comes.

Dm                   F
Soaked through to my skin

                      C
but I don't feel any different.

                 Gm
I'm a shivering mess

                     Dm
of doubt and recklessness.

               F
I know it's my fault

                          C
I'm stuck out here in the cold

                      Gm
but it's hard letting go

                      A#
of what I wish you'd said

                         C
cause you told me I'm careless,

                 Gm
unkind and defensive,

     Dm       F
I'll bide my time,

               C
watch the hurricane blow by

        Gm
and the clouds run dry.

     Dm        F
I'll bite my tongue,

                     C
and hold on 'til my hands go numb

        Gm
or the quiet comes.

A#                   Dm
Don't tell me I'm broken,

                        F
(as I'm blowing out to sea)

                  C
Don't leave me high and dry.

                    A#
(It's swirling over me,)

                  Dm
as I spin in slow motion

                      F
(a tide of chattering teeth.)

          C
Unravel and unwind.

Dm                              A#
White-knuckled, nails torn from grasping the boards

       Dm                    A#
as the storm rages inside of me.

Dm                        A#
Opened my mouth, tried to force something out,

        Dm                    A#
but I'm just too exhausted to speak.

     Dm       F
I'll bide my time,

               C
watch the hurricane blow by

        Gm
and the clouds run dry.

     Dm        F
I'll bite my tongue,

                     C
and hold on 'til my hands go numb

        Gm
or the quiet comes.

     Dm       F
I'll bide my time,

               C
watch the hurricane blow by

        Gm
and the clouds run dry.

     Dm        F
I'll bite my tongue,

                     C
and hold on 'til my hands go numb

        Gm
or the quiet comes.