Am G F7M Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailorF7M G Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneerAm G F7M Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailerG Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was hereAm G A hand, a spike, a physical fightF7M A flash of light, a curtainF7M G A toll, a tithe, the passage of timeAm A height, a dive, a burdenAm G A girl, a night, a typical typeF7M A siren in the waterF7M G A scroll, a nod, a message from GodAm A son, a Holy FatherAm G F7M Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboyF7M G Am Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himselfAm G F7M Every time I open my mouth, I think: Wow, what a loud noiseG Am Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmedAm G The hand, the pen, the writing againF7M The wind around the willowF7M G The felt, the ice, the passage of timeAm The melting down the windowAm G The now, the then, the thinking of whenF7M The bottle in the oceanF7M The strike, the pauseG The message from God forbid she shows emotionAm G This isn't rage, it's worth a mentionF7M G This is a fake internal tensionAm G Sometimes, I spread out one opinionF7M G And stand on its back to gauge attentionAm G This isn't rage, it's too specificF7M G I like to hate symbolic limitsAm G This is no statement, I'm complicitAm G This is a dream, God put me in itAm G A hand, a spike, a physical fightF7M The wind around the willowF7M G A toll, a tithe, the passage of timeAm The melting down the windowAm G The now, the then, the thinking of whenF7M The siren in the waterF7M G A strike, a pause, a message from GodAm Does that make me His daughter?Am G A hand, a shove, a valley, a jumpF7M A score under the wireF7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upAm And take me somewhere higherAm G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upF7M And take me somewhere higherF7M G Just sweep me up, just sweep me upAm And take me somewhere higher
The Hand
Annabelle Dinda
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Tom:
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