The Ataris – Eight Of Nine (Guitar)

E                      G#m                        A C#m
these hospital walls are the palest of white

                      B                                  A2
here in this desert they're reciting my last rites

                             B
the smell of these halls

                             E
brings temporary comfort

                                 G#m                   A
as the oxygen flows through my blood

        B*                                      E G#m
el corazon was poisoned tonight...

                     A               B*
she's on her eight of nine.

E                                                   G#m
when half of all your prayers are insincere,

                            A   B* A
the other half are lies.

E                      G#m                     A C#m
here is this watermark under this bridge.

                                   B
the point where it all crested,

                            A2
rolled back and drifted into the sea.

                               B
i climb from this wreckage

              E                            G#m             A
as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs.

                                B*                          C#m
the closest of close calls has happened tonight.

                        B    
it's time that I made things right

                   A2
for the first time,

                             B C#m
since the last time…

                               B
let this moment of clarity

              A2
lift this curse that has been cast upon me.

A2                   B
appreciate the good times,

E                                             G#m A
but don't take the worst for granted.

                       G#m
'cause you only get so many second chances