The Wonder Years – Stained Glass Ceilings (Guitar)

               E
Like a burning monk

                                 C#m
You're my light flare out in the dark

                           G#m
You're my constant call to arms

       A                                            E
They'd left chalk outlines where the future was

                      C#m
It's a goddamn war of attrition

                           G#m
It's a death by a thousand cuts

                                      A
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven

                  E
They're gathering anchors

                  B
They're gathering rope

              A
You push into heaven all alone

                      E
They're grabbing your ankles

                   B
They won't let you go

                A
The ebb and the distant flow

                     B
They're cutting your wings off

                          A
Built you ceilings out of stained glass

         E                     C#m
Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee

                      G#m
The wound will close eventually

                   A                                   E
You'll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be

                       C#m
Held your funeral on a Tuesday

                      G#m
Holy waters, November cold

                       A
The kid who pulled the trigger

          E                      B
All these bastards are gathering rope

              A
You push into heaven all alone

                      E
They're grabbing your ankles

                   B
They won't let you go

                A
The ebb and the distant flow

                     B
They're cutting your wings off

                           A
Built your ceilings out of stained glass

                       B
They were cutting your wings off

      A
I was staring at my idle hands

                      C#m
Maybe I could've done something

                        A
Maybe I could've made a difference

C#m                      A
John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun

                        E
Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems 

                               C#m
Like death don't mean nothing

                                  A
To know the heavy price of living poor

                                      E
Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner

              C#m                                        A                    
If everyone's built the same then how come building's so fucking hard for you?

                     E
It's something we're all born into 

               C#m
Nothing's left up to gray

                        A                        
It's black or white and sometimes black and blue

                     E                   B
It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh

C#m                 
Now I know what's in a name

      A
Three-fifths a man makes half of me

E                                B
Merchants of misery stacking the deck

       C#m
I have everything in front of me

                     A
But can't reach far enough

               E
They call America

                       B
The privileged bastard son

                  C#m
They're gathering anchors

                  B
They're gathering rope

              A
You push into heaven all alone

                  E
They're gathering anchors

                  B
They're gathering rope

              A
You push into heaven all alone