Dm
Use your intuition, it's all you've got, eys are rare and there's a thousand locks
            F
Standing in your way, so goes the gold age of your tired life
Dm
Digging for a way, you cast a spell, carve a path from all the things they sell
               F
But they don't let go, just thought you should know, keys are rare

Dm
I know what I know would not fill a thimble
            F
So let your mind go straight down the wrong way
Dm
Does one want to get more used to
    F                                                Dm      F
The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive 

Dm
Oh she lies half burning from the biting cold, if only to learn what you've never been told
          F
There's a real world, somewhere a good girl lives and breathes
Dm
Part of her opened the callow mind, ideas stolen in the morning tide
          F
There's a dark time, this is your dark rhyme, feel your heart

Dm
I know what I know would not fill a thimble
          F
So let my mind go straight down the wrong way
Dm
Does one want to get more used to
    F                                               Dm      F
The mall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be alive