Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

main riff throughout)

I’m sorry that I’m late

I went blind

 I got confetti in my eyes

 I was held up at yesterday’s parties

 I was needed on the congo line

But my dear, oh my dear

 I’d like to fight the good fight for another couple of years

 ‘cause to say the war is over is to say you are a widow

 You’re not a widow yet!

 You’re not a widow yet!

 You’re not a widow yet!

 You’re not a widow yet!

So this one’s for the critics and their disappointed mothers

 For the cupid and the hunter shooting arrows at each other

 Ain’t no such thing as a saint,

 Ain’t no such thing as a sinner, oh

There’s a swan among the pigeons of Barcelona’s floor

 There’s a Samson with Delilahs lining up outside the door

 If you are sharpening your scissors

I am sharpening my scissors,

And I am sharpening my sword

 So you can take me to the dragon’s lair

 Or you can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill

 Either way it is time for a bigger kind of kill

 A bigger kind of kill.

Oh I see your face when I close my eyes

 Oh I see the muscles in your legs from the way you always rise

 To the occasion of catching things that fall

 Like the statuettes on pedestals I tend to build too tall.

 But I have navigated Iceland

 I’ve laid my claim on Portugal

 I have seen into the wasteland

 Oh the future

 Oh the future of us all.

(bridge, i think it's am, learn the guitar solo instead though, it's way cooler)

 I kicked at a whole country

 Of dead, dead leaves last fall

 I kicked at a whole country

 Of dead, dead leaves last fall

 Dead leaves

 Dead leaves

 Dead leaves

 Dead leaves

 Seen from the back of a train

 Seen from the back of a train

 I rode away from your station

 I rode away from your station

 They drifted in the air

 They drifted in the air

 Like memoirs of old conversations

 Like memoirs of old conversations

 Sprung from a leather case

 Sprung from a leather case

 You opened in the wind

 You opened in the wind

 To watch the papers chase each other

 To watch the papers chase each other

 Into oblivion

 (You’re such a champion

 You’re such a champion

 I hide behind your sun

 You are the champion) x3

 So you can take me to the dragon’s lair

 You can take me to Rapunzel’s windowsill

 Either way it is time, oh it is time

 For a bigger kind of kill…

 A bigger kind of kill

 A bigger kind of kill

 A bigger kind of kill

 A bigger kind of kill (repeat between C and F till ending)