The Hand
Annabelle Dinda
- Am*3
- F7M*3
- G*3
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Am G Every time a guy writes a song,F7M he's a cowboy, a sailorF7M G Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneerAm G Every time he opens his mouth,F7M it's a loud movie trailerG Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was hereAm G A hand, a spike, a physical fightF7M A flash of light, a curtainF7M G A toll, a tithe, the passage of timeAm A height, a dive, a burdenAm G A girl, a night, a typical typeF7M A siren in the waterF7M G A scroll, a nod, a message from GodAm A son, a Holy FatherAm G Every time a guy writes a song,F7M he's a sailor, a cowboyF7M G Holding out the world in his palmAm like he made it himselfAm G Every time I open my mouth, IF7M think: Wow, what a loud noiseG Still on the soapbox, just hoping IAm seem underwhelmedContinúa después del anuncioAm G The hand, the pen, the writing againF7M The wind around the willowF7M The felt, the ice, the passage ofG timeAm The melting down the windowAm The now, the then, the thinking ofG whenF7M The bottle in the oceanF7M The strike, the pauseG The message from God forbid she shows emotionAm G This isn't rage, it's worth a mentionF7M G This is a fake internal tensionAm G Sometimes, I spread out one opinionF7M G And stand on its back to gauge attentionAm G This isn't rage, it's too specificF7M G I like to hate symbolic limitsAm G This is no statement, I'm complicitAm G This is a dream, God put me in itAm G A hand, a spike, a physical fightF7M The wind around the willowF7M A toll, a tithe, the passage ofG timeAm The melting down the windowAm The now, the then, the thinking ofG whenF7M The siren in the waterF7M A strike, a pause, a message fromG GodAm Does that make me His daughter?Am G A hand, a shove, a valley, a jumpF7M A score under the wireF7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upAm And take me somewhere higherAm G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upF7M And take me somewhere higherF7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upAm And take me somewhere higher