E              A           B                A    B      E
come lift your finger over mine you wont be over a long time
E         A              B                  A      B       E
or in the winter heading south you can't be living in your mouth
      A    B                 A     B     E        
your mouth i'm not sure what i was sure about
 A    B                 A     B    G#m A B A 
about i'm not sure what i was sure about
E          A             B                 A      B      E
where the silent pillars grow they wont be living in the snow
         A               B                      A      B      E            A
or underwater with their wings they're building cities on the strings, the strings
B              A        B        E      A
you could only hear the boats crashing, crashing
   B             A      B      G#m          A   B  A
or building tiny cities on the strings, the strings
A
i know that you have a dream waiting at night beneath the flower
G#m            A
painted sheets below the cealing, 
A
oh beneath slowly it needs to breathe in deep to let it breathe
   G#m             A                 B                    A
so it can see this world it loves is spinning around it's hard
    B               A
and now spit on her arms(?)
G#m          A                   B       E
but it can't breathe untill this room is dead