Sleeping at Last – 101010 (Guitar)

F
Hold your breath and count to 28

F
Change is slow but i feel it taking shape

Dm
Folding over us like waves

C                          F
On origami ocean tides, we sway

F
Like blueprints constantly being rearranged

F                   Bb       F
Over microscopes we plan and strain

Dm
The finest print in the whitest ink

C
Before it dries, there's no time to think

Bb                                              F
It feels like everything we've known is sink or swim

                  Bb
But grey is not a compromise

Dm                  C        F
It is the bridge between two sides

             Bb            Dm
I would even argue that it is the color

C                          F
That most represents God's eyes

F
Hold your breath and count to 29

Bb                                 F
Connect the dots and cherish every line

Dm
Paper cuts and trails aside

C
Make a wish and hold it tight

Bb                                           F
This time, we'll try our very hardest not to try

                  Bb
Cos grey is not a compromise

Dm                  C        F
It is the bridge between two sides

              Bb
The shores on which our stubborn land

Dm                C       F
And restless seas collide

                 Bb
Grey is not just middle ground

Dm                 C           F
It is a truce that waits to be signed

             Bb               Dm
I would even argue that, from where we stand

   C                                  Bb F/A C/G C
It most represents the color of God's eyes

         Bb              F/A        C/G C
So, let's fold our atlas into paper planes

Bb                    F/A       C/G  C  Bb F/A C/G C
Change is slow, but i feel it taking shape