E           E                  E    E
 For a century now I've been waiting
        E             E                 E    E 
 With a photograph of life I'd painted
 G                   D             A                     E
 Spent the last year contemplating just what it means to me
 G         D                 A                 E        E     E 
 Seperated fact from fiction now I can finally breathe


        E                 E                   E    E 
 Like a sentry guard I've been so patient      
           E                E                 E   E 
 With this photgraph of the world I'd painted

 G 
 It's colourless
 D 
 Humourless
 A          E
 Hateful by degrees
 G                 D
 Towerin' over the days of sunshine
 A                   E   E   E 
 It's just a part of me

     E           E            E    E  
 Now Salvadore's salivating
 E                          E                E    E
 Watching the clock and the time I've taken
    G                 D
 If he had it his way he'd go first
     A                   E 
 And drink champagne and toast my thirst
            G                D
 There is a reason why we'll step in front
     A
 and raise my voice I can't
         E
 Hold my tongue

G    D    A    E  Repeat x4 

 ***G  O***
   E              E                 E     E 
 I pick myself up off the pavement
   E                  E                  E     E 
 With a photograph of time I'd painted
           G                 D
 I thought everyone of those pixelations
       A                   E
 Was a language I couldn't speak
     G                  D
 And all those years of remedial readin'
     A              E
 Had made a fool of me
        G
 It was colourless
 D
 Humourless
 A          E
 Hateful by degrees
         G
 See the more I learned
     D
 The less I knew
         A    
 But now I can finally
         E
 Finally breathe

        G
 It was colourless
 D
 Humourless
 A              E
 Just a part of me
 G                 D     
 Towerin' over the days of sunshine
    A              E
 So I could hardly see

        G
 It was colourless
 D
 Humourless
 A          E
 Hateful by degrees
           G                 D
 I thought everyone of those pixelations
       A
 Was a language I couldn't
          E
 Couldn't speak

        G
 It was colourless
 D
 Humourless
         A               E
 An inconvenient part of me
   G         D
 I seperated fact from fiction
         A               E
 So that I could finally breathe

        G
 It was colourless
 D
 Humourless
 A          E
 Hateful by degrees
 G                 D
 Towerin' over the days of sunshine
    A              E
 So I could hardly see

 G
 Colourless
 D
 Humourless
 A              E
 Just a part of me
     G       
 The more I learned
     D
 The less I knew
     A  
 Now I can finally
         E       E    E    E    E Fade
 Finally breathe