Dimitri Mendelee

Em
G
C

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                       G       
  Between my hands rests 52 plain
             C
 old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
the trump and the king of hearts.


Em
   Joni Mitchell said "we are 
stardust,
G                                C
we are golden", we are all the same.
Blood paints the story of our love,
across the bathroom floor towards 
the drain.

Em                                
Funny how everything just piles 
  G
up, till one day,
                               C
you can't believe how far you came.
I'm made of mountains, made of 
metal,
made of whiskey, and waves.
Em
   Won't believe your own breath,
         G
when the bold words finally escape 
your mouth.
C
  Keep your secrets hidden,
till we're certain of just what 
we've found.
Em
   Yeah, they bleed just like us,
        G
but our calling is what shapes us 
now.
C
  Won't be held back, won't be tied 
up,
won't be pinned down.
Em                             G
  Won't be held back, won't be tied 
up,
won't be pinned down.
C
  Won't be held back, won't be tied 
up,
won't be pinned down.
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Em                             G
  Won't be held back, won't be tied 
up,
won't be pinned down.
C
  Won't be held back, won't be...
Not now.

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                       G       
  Between my hands rests 52 plain
             C
 old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
the trump and the king of hearts.
Em
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C
   Trump and the king of...trump and
 the king of...trump and the king of
 hearts.
Em
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C
   Trump and the king of...trump and
 the king of...trump and the king of
 hearts.

Em
  It came to me, as strange as it 
seems,
       G
From a simple deck of cards laid ace
 to kings.
        C
With my fingernail slipped under 
King Charlemagne,
I flipped the edge and traced the 
grain,
and watched it fall like a breaking 
wave.
Em
   The ace of spades was last to 
splash.
         G
Trump to suicide kings, they all 
turned Bicycle backs.
  C
I stared in the pattern, a pair of 
seraphim flashed,
And it just fit, elegant, "aww 
shit!". That's that.
Em
Strange how you can waste away 
pained with one thing,
         G
The watchmaker breaks sweat, he 
can't tame a dumb spring.
         C
Then one day its as plain as the 
nose above your smug grin,
like, "look what the cat dragged 
in!"
Em
Woke from a dream, hands heavy in 
cold sweat,
G
Jumped from the bed, snatched up 
charcoal quick.
C
Sketching frantically upon the 
bedroom brick,
It came together and it fit like 
this:
Em                    G
Give me a lever and a place to 
stand, I'll move the world.
C
  You think you're clever, but you 
never, seen how it really works.
Em
   Really works.
G            C
   Really works.
Really works. Really works.
Em
   Really works.
G            C
   Really works.
Really works. Really works. Oh no...

Em
   Dreamed up the maps,
     G                         C
give me charcoal and the paper now.
We invent paths they cannot see,
and they're to scared walk.
Em                                
  Between my hands rests 52 plain 
            G
old playing cards,
And I trapped God somewhere between
    C
the trump and the king of hearts.
Em
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C
   Trump and the king of...trump and
 the king of...trump and the king of
 hearts.
Em
   Trump and the king of hearts.
G
   Trump and the king of hearts.
C
   Trump and the king of...trump and
 the king of...trump and the king of
 hearts.