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