Em / C / C / C

G / Em / Am / C D

Em / Am / G / D(with F# )
charades pop skills

water hyacinth

named by a poet

imitation of life


Em / Am / G / D(with F# ) 
like a koi in a frozen pond

like a goldfish in a bowl

i don't want to hear you cry


G / Em / Am / C D
that sugar cane 

that tasted good

that cinnamon

that's hollywood

come on, come on

no one can see you try

you want the greatest thing

the greatest thing since bread came sliced

you've got it all you've got it sized

like a Friday fashion show teenager

prison in the corner

trying to look like you don't try

that sugar cane

that tasted good

that cinnamon

that's hollywood

come on, come on

no one can see you try

bridge-(with distorted "no one can see me lie?)


G / Em / Am / C D
that sugar cane

that tasted good

that's freezing rain

that's what you could

come on, come on

no one can see you cry

this sugar cane

this lemonade

this hurricane

i'm not afraid

come on, come on

no one can see me cry

this lightning storm

this tidal wave

this avalanche

i'm not afraid

come on, come on

no one can see me cry

that sugar cane

that tasted good

that's who you are

that's what you could

come on, come on

no one can see you cry 

(repeat above section again)

CHORUS AND THE RING


A G/A A G/A
even I am willing

swing along

quote the scriptures

keep them guessing

which bit you crawled from

justified, just denied (deny it)

was it fun?

your time has come

what have you done?

what have you done?


D Em
that's when the insults start to sting

you can't remember anything

the chorus chiming the grief

chorus the machine of god

singing....

it's the poison that it measures

brings eliminating vision

it's the knowing if the ring (wing?)

will be expecting southern women

it's the wolf that (numbs the trip today?)

to save itself (its own)

it's the octopus that crawled back

to its knees (sea)

that's when the insults start to sting

you can't remember anything

the chorus chiming the grief

chorus the machine of god

heeeey...


G D G D

G D Em 

( Am I ) 
Emma (shooting firewood?) in the backyard

laughing 'cause the record makes the blackbirds sing

like the holy terror suck the marrow from the bone

sends your ownings burning books

you've got the chorus and the ring

that's when the insults start to sting

you can't remember anything

the chorus chiming the grief

chorus the machine sings

that's when the insults start to sting

you can't remember anything

the chorus chiming the grief

chorus the machine sings

that's when the calibration brittle wears a stick

it's you the gold ring and the time museum

(shape?) a better wing (ring?)

go free... going.

saaaaaay...

saaaaaay...