Standard (EADGBE)

 I've got a number of keys, No doors to unlock

 There's a hole in my wall That lacks the capacity to shock

 I know we're, looking at something, I already seen

 What started up in my head, Ended out in my fingers

 Now I'm sleepless in bed, As the last notes linger

 In our mystery, that's called "Winning Combination"

 With 14 pairs, ringing 28 days

 Feeling every cup left in the hands of the sights I've stayed

 We're all watching, waiting for the building to crumble

 And it's hard

 It seems un- na- tural the best days

 Aren't days at all

 Oh it's not

 As if your vio-lence in vir-tue is virtual

 Or not at all

Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhhha-a-a

Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahhhha-a-a

Solo

 Oh body of mine, stretch into something to say

 From layin' around in the dark As your hypnotist waves

 Y'towards the throne, legs up in flames

 Away in some distance

 You've got a hold of yourself, you've got your imagery

 You've got a grip on your health, you've got possibility

 You're hopin' for less collision

 In your future

 Watchin' you moving upward

 You see me step out of the cold

You make a cut with your knife

Are you drinking? You'll never get older

 When your heart stops beating

 That's when you start needing some real help

 And it won't be hard

 It feels so na-tural, your best days

 Aren't days at all

 Oh it's not

 as if your vio-lence in vir-tue is virtual,

 Or not at all