Misc Originals – Chris Collins - The Roofers (Guitar)

D                             Gm
Ivory keys hum secrets, living room stage ablaze

C                               D
Melodies soar with Serafin's fire, but the band name? Still a maze

Gm                               D
Brain spinning like a vintage amp, lexicon in disarray

C                               D
No cosmic beasts, no neon dreams, just a need to find our way

D                      A
Scouring songbooks, sifting through Elvis' riffs

Gm                       D
The name, it dances just out of reach, like butterflies and myths

D                      A
But Dan, our beat maestro, winks with a knowing grin

Gm                       C
"Let's keep it real, let's shake the walls, let the music start within!"

Em                             C
He points to the ceiling, patched and worn with pride

D                             Gm
"We're the Roofers, baby, mendin' leaks with rockin' tide!"

Em                             C
Serafin's voice takes flight, a phoenix from the flame

D                             Gm
Four friends in a living room, whispering a brand new name

D                      A
The Roofers, yeah, that's the one, with grit beneath our nails

Gm                       D
No fancy feathers, no glitter ghosts, just a band that never fails

D                      A
We climb the ladders, fix the cracks, with every chord and beat

Gm                       C
The Roofers, baby, rockin' loud, conquering every street

F                         C
From shag carpets to stadium lights, we'll chase the rising sun

G                         D
The Roofers, mending hearts and roofs, until the music's done

D                      A
The Roofers, yeah, that's the sound, echoing loud and clear

Gm                       D
No cosmic journeys, no robot wars, just the music we hold dear

D                      A
We'll break the barriers, climb the stars, defy the world's harsh odds

Gm                       C
The Roofers, rockin' 'til the dawn, forever free, forever gods