Destination

Intro: Am

F
Our instruments have no way of 
measuring this feeling
Can never cut below the floor, or 
penetrate the ceiling
Am
In the space between our houses, 
some bones have been discovered
But our procession lurches on, as if
 we had recovered

Bm C F (2x)

C         G      Am
Draconian winter unforetold
C         G                    Am
One solar day, suddenly you're old
C               G                 
Your little envelope just makes me
 Am
 cold
C          G                 Am
Makes destination start to unfold

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Am

F
Our documents are useless, or forged
 beyond believing
Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need
 it by this evening
Am
In the space between our cities, a 
storm is slowly forming
Something eating up our days, I feel
 it every morning

Bm C F (4x)
Destination, destination

C            G                   
It's not a religion, it's just a 
    Am
technique
C           G                  Am
It's just a way of making you speak
C             G                  
Distance and speed have left us 
    Am
too weak
C        G                    Am
And destination looks kind of bleak

G Am (2x)
Am

F
Our elements are burned out, our 
beasts have been mistreated
I tell you it's the only way we'll 
get this road completed
Am
In the space between our bodies, the
 air has grown small fingers
Just one caress, you're powerless, 
like all those clapped-out swingers

Bm C F (4x)
Destination, destination