Reverberate
Bears In Trees
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Key:
G DG D [Verse 1]G A I see your mother stare right past usBm7 D As I picture you peering over tinted glassesG A I feel like a wicked bastardBm7 D Standing by your wicker casket [Verse 2]G A And I can hear your fragile laughterBm7 D As wine bends time, us made of plasterG A The river finds its drunken masterBm7 The fear you felt before theD breathless after [Pre-Chorus]G And the wayA The wavesF#m G ReverberateG Down my frameA A quakeF#m G Across my vertebraeG A Bm7 EmG A Bm7 [Verse 3]G So I'll subvert my simple sensesA for sensational reliefBm7 But the subtle serendipity getsD caught between my teethG And when I go to bed I can't evenA think to sleepBm7 'Cause all that's in my head areD the monsters underneath [Pre-Chorus]G And the wayA The wavesF#m G ReverberateContinues after the adG Down my frameA A quakeF#m G Across my vertebrae [Chorus]G A But I love my friendsBm7 D They make me feel alive againG A Or at least they remind meBm7 D That I'm not even deadG A But I felt so oldBm7 D So hardened and coldG A Maybe the gaps will snap backBm7 D But synapses fill with moldG A Bm7 DG A Bm7 D [Bridge]G Well, love could be the glueA That holds the cracks togetherBm7 Or just inhale the fumesD Make your synapses feel betterG Let chemicals break downA The white between the greyBm7 As your ventricles collapseD And the flak takes down the plane, yeahG Love could be the glueA That holds the cracks togetherBm7 Or just inhale the fumesD Make your synapses feel betterG Let chemicals break downA The white between the greyBm7 As your ventricles collapseD And the flak takes down the plane [Pre-Chorus]G And the wayA The wavesF#m G ReverberateG Down my frameA A quakeF#m G Across my vertebrae [Chorus]G A But I love my friendsBm7 D They make me feel alive againG A Or at least they remind meBm7 D That I'm not even deadG A But I felt so oldBm7 D So hardened and coldG A Maybe the gaps will snap backBm7 D But synapses fill with mold [Other]G A But I love my friends They make me feel alive againG A Or at least they remind me That I'm not even deadG A But I felt so oldBm7 D So hardened and coldG A Maybe the gaps will snap backBm7 D But synapses fill with mold