Holy Branches

Intro 2x: F#m A E B

              F#m
When you were young
                A
You'd bite your tongue
E                              B
Calm, always did what you were told
               F#m
Never ran your mouth
              A
Lived life on tiptoes
E                     B
Only felt peace if by yourself
                    F#m
When mistakes don't count

          A            E
There's a hole in your chest
                            D
From the time that you were born
                   F#m
One that don't get filled
                     A                         E
'cause you've always known you're nothin' they want

                F#m            B     D
But everybody's bones are just holy branches
          E                              F#m
Cast from trees to cut patterns into the world
       B                 D
And in time we find some shelter
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          E                            Bm
Spill our leaves and then sleep in the Earth
               D
And when we're there we'll belong
           E                                 F#m
'cause the Earth don't give a damn if you're lost

( F#m A E Bm )(2x)

F#m        A
Now I live alone
E                    B
Working the belly of machines
                    F#m
Wring my soot-black hands
                  A
And I don't sleep much
E
Days don't feel different
         B
From the nights
                 F#m
With no goals in mind

          A          E
There's a hole in my chest
                       D
From the time I walked away
                F#m
One I fill with sweat
         A                     E
So now I know I'm nothin' they want

                F#m            B     D
But everybody's bones are just holy branches
          E                              F#m
Ride the breeze to cut patterns in the leaves
       B                 D
And in time we find some shelter
          E                            D
Spill our seeds and then wait for our turns
        F#m           A                  E
But for now we're adrift on the waves of discontent
                    D
Trying to carve our place
       F#m                           E
All in hopes we'll be something they want
                       F#m
But I'm not holding my breath

F#m A E Bm x4 over the "ooo-oo-oo" bit

B          D               B
Trace your fingers down my spine
B         D              B
Make your home behind my eyes
B       D                   B
Line my skull with harmless lies
             D              E              F#m
I'll bide my time until I'm something they want.