Marika Hackman – In Words (Guitar)

Bm             A
If we were all born

       C#m               Bm
With a pylon between our eyes

Bm                  A
Would we notice the grass

        C#m                 Bm
Through metal bars and siren cries?

               G   A        Bm
I'm running on highways and dust

                G          A      Bm
I've never been home but I know I must

   Bm     A
If I am a mouth

     C#m                       Bm
That bit the hand that gave me life

     Bm          A
Then I'll kiss a chord

          C#m                Bm
Suck from melody, my fertile wife

                G   A            Bm
I'm having some trouble thinking straight

             G
To put it in words

A Bm      A         G
I hate to put it in words

   Bm           A
To long for the lark

  C#m                     Bm
A fickle wish, a fleeting wing

Bm               A
But she won't be caught

C#m                          Bm
Tethered down, and forced to sing

                G   A          Bm
I'm having some trouble seeing clear

               G    A Bm
I'll never get home I fear

    Bm        A
And I must be left

      C#m                      Bm
For a little while, to walk my road

    Bm            A
The ways back are shut now

    C#m                    Bm
And I'll be left to tread alone

             G
I want to go home