Tally Hall – Color Be Gone (Guitar)

Dm       F                 Gm                  C            F
On the darkened road, the saddest songs lift slowly to her ears,

Dm          F               Gm             C                    Gm F
Rounding corners, drifting into sound as visions soon appeared.

F                            C
Head toward the transparent ledge of a dream,

             Bb            F              C
Takes just another step to get you there.

F                             C
Melts with the wisdom which drowns in white sound,

               Bb               F                  C
Stay close, fantastic sieves pollute the air, and make us care.

         Eb     A7  Eb     A7   Dm
Color be gone, aah.     Mmmm.

           F                 Gm                  C                 F   Em A7 Dm
From the mellow trees, her slighted mind sights black lights overhead

          F               Bb         C                F       Em
Withered baritones, her skeletons reveal what's left unsaid.

                 Bb                 C
Head toward the manifest jester of meat,

               Gm               F         C
Here's to the whelming of the atmosphere.

                F                    C
Melts with the ice storm of waning machines,

            Gm              F              C
Hold for a moment when the makers share a hint of care.

           Eb    A7  Eb     A7
Color be gone, aah.      Mmmm.

Bm        F#m      Bm      Dm
For those lost in Wonders Den,

Em     Gm                 C
Follow not the one who's sent.

Dm      Bm            Dm
Lift a finger to the sky,

Gm                             C
Light shall come and catch the eye.

Dm   F#m             Bm     Dm      Gm     Dm
Here until there's nothing left to mend...

         F             Gm               C         F      Dm
On the other side, he calls for all commotion to await,

            F                  Gm              C            F   Em
Combs the grounds for those unguided seeking solace at the gate.

                 F                  C
Head toward the bitter mirage of a queen,

                         F              C
Survived by members of a new frontier.

              Gm                   C
Melt from the odd and bizarre old routine,

          Gm           F                 C
Forgotten by a need to cry and hear the ones too clear.

          Eb     A7
Color be gone, aaah,

          Eb     A7   Eb
Color be gone, aaah,

   A7   Em Dm Gm C  F
Mmmm.