The Arsonist And The Architect Tabulatur von Decaf Dilettante

Am                           F
Counting all the shadows overhead
     Em                               Dm
As a six-stringed stranger puts me to bed
Am                F
Shatter things as wedding rings
    Em              Dm
Are buried six feet down
Am                 F
Take my tongue and let my body
Dm
Drown

           Am             F
It seems I lack a certain hue
           Em                Dm
Don't even know the words to use
            Am              F              Dm
All I see’s yellow, god I’d love a drop of blue

Am   Am                             F F                         Em
I’ve seas of discarded melodies and I can’t really see but it’s fine
Em                                      Dm         Dm                                              
Can’t witness my throat’s autopsy, this bite, it’s healin over, but lord it’s
           Am
takin it’s time

Am F Em Dm 
Am F Em Bbm

Am                              F
Tightening this noose around my neck
Em                                 Dm
Buildings fall by the hands of the architect
Am             F
Throw away you symphonies
    Em               Dm
And burn all of your poetry
   Am           F                   Dm
My throat bares the wound my mind infects

           Am             F
It seems I lack a certain hue
           Em                Dm
Don't even know the words to use
            Am              F              Dm
All I see’s yellow, god I’d love a drop of blue

Am   Am                             F F                            Em          
I’ve seas of discarded melodies and I can’t really breath but it’s fine
      Em                                Dm         Dm                                              
Can’t witness my throat’s autopsy, this bite, it’s healin over, but lord it’s takin it’s time

Am Dm F Am 
Am Dm F Em
    Am                
The smoke in my brain 
    Dm
The fire in my lungs
    F             Am
Now everything is undone
    Am                   F
The gaping hole below my chin
    Em                Dm
And all the blue that could have been

Am   Am                             F F                            Em          
I’ve seas of discarded melodies and I can’t really breath but it’s fine
      Em                                Dm         Dm                                              
Can’t witness my throat’s autopsy, this bite, it’s healin over, but lord it’s takin it’s time