Metal Fingers

Bbm
Stand and move and walk across the water.
C#
Peel the cover from the city.
G#                           F#
Watch its insides twitch and smoke and rotate endlessly.
Bbm
Sinking. Moving deep beneath the water.
C#
Lots of other worlds exist.
G#
Soon enough we’ll tear them open.
F#
Soon enough we’ll break them too.

Bbm
Swimming. Watching concrete eat the ocean.
C#
Metal fingers scrape the skies.
G#                           F#
The windows look like Christmas lights from out here.
Bbm
Floating. Counting clouds. They’re slowly fading.
C#
Blending in with cardboard skies.
G#
Soon we’ll manufacture replicas.
F#
It’s all replaceable.

C#
From the sky, the train tracks look like stitches.
Bbm
Like they’re holding the world together; like it’ll blow any minute.
G#
And I’ve got another thought I’ll keep to myself.
F#
Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all comes off.
C#
There’s nothing new to discover, there’s nothing new to invent.
Bbm
There’s nothing new to think that hasn’t been thought of before.
G#
And there’s nothing to believe we haven’t already forgotten.
F#
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing new, there’s nothing—
N.C.
No, no, no, no.
C#
And I’ve got another dream I’ll keep to myself.
Bbm
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are swallowed whole.
G#
And I’ve got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I’d always meant to send.
F#
We’d speak our minds and change the world.
We’d fix the past and pave the way.

C#
But now we’re fresh out of heroes; now we’ve run dry on hope.
Bbm
There are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
             G#
And holes, within holes, within holes, within you.
           F#
And a place to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.