Portugal. The Man – Stables And Chairs (Guitar)

  E       C       E            Am     E     C
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes

     E             Am    E       C
That shaped folded banks inside,

      E        Am  E        C E
As he shivered out thoughts.

            Am         E          C                 E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",

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Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths.

          E             C           E
All these thoughts were rolled onto needles,

     Am           E      C           E
That spilled from heads, tumble like apples,

     Am       E    C                 E
Fell into the sky, that’s where they hide,

      Am            E
Where rubies turned diamonds.

     C              E        Am E
Like textures, like sunshine,

       C               E        Am  E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

                                Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

Am     Dm                    G              Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,

                 Dm                             G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,

              Am
"What will we become?"

Am          E         C       E
Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired

     Am              E
Will stay where it's warm,

           C             E            Am    E C E
Where it's safe from the down beating drums.

            Am         E          C                 E            Am E
They went: "golden and pale, wind whispers, breathe New Orleans",

       C               E        Am  E
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

                                Am
Behind hands arms lift into its own.

Am                 Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,

               G                           Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.

                   Dm
As habits pull the sleep out,

               G                           Am
Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine.

       Dm                    G              Am
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets,

                 Dm                             G
And out of their throats pours, tongues licking down,

              Am
"What will we become?"

C*   Em* Am
Into its own.

C*   Em* Am
Into its own.

C*   Em* Am
Into its own.