E C#m
On a street of old bones
B
Dust masquerades as skin
A
Time turns itself to stone
E
Nothing left to lose and nothing left to win
C#m
Desires to break and deconstruct
A C#m B
I defend the middle ground
A
Every battle I’ve ever fought
D
Has either been lost or bought
[Chorus]
E
And in the rhythm of your voice
B
I find space to rejoice
C#m
My complicated illusions
A
Leave me with no choice
[Interlude]
D E C#m A C#m B A D E
[Verse 2]
E C#m
Even the answers that I dream
B
Are riddled with doubt and holes
A
Illusions are complicated
D N.C.
Redacted and retold
[Chorus]
E
And in the rhythm of your voice
B
I find space to rejoice
C#m
My complicated illusions
A D
Leave me with no choice
E
And in the margins of the page
B
Truth hides but leaves a trace
C#m
My complicated illusions
A D
Are now no more than faith
[Interlude]
E B C#m A D
[Chorus]
E
And in the rhythm of your voice
B
I find space to rejoice
C#m
My complicated illusions
A D
Leave me with no choice
E
And in the margins of the page
B
Truth hides but leaves a trace
C#m
My complicated illusions
A D E
Are now no more than faith
