G Am7 It's the search for a church in the bottom of your purseD C A spiritual home which you can take to the mallG Am7 You dig and you dig but you can only find your walletBm* Am7* C And your phone with a hundred missed callsEm* D* C You could never return them all| G | % | [Verse 2]G Am7 And I watch you with your purse from the adjacent coffee tableD C At the Starbucks they built inside my heartG Am7 And your make-up starts to run, you can see you're getting olderBm* Am7* C You can see your life has been hardEm* D* C Your face is worn like an old playing cardG The Queen of HeartsAm7 The Queen of Hearts| C | G | Am7 | C | G | [Verse 3]G Am7 I am working in my bedroom, I'm composing all the musicD C For a film that will never be madeG Am7 It's the story of my life, a one million hour epicBm* Am7* C About a good man who went down in flamesEm* D* C Who got lost in God's multitude of names| G | % | [Verse 4]G Am7 I am searching, I am searching I am waving my antennaD C Trying to pick up some signal through this dreamG Am7 I'm an ant in a hill but I think and I feelBm* Am7* C And I'm composing these love letters to the queenEm* D* C Hoping somebody will see what I meanG The Queen of HeartsAm7 The Queen of HeartsG Am7 The Queen of Hearts| C | G | Am7 | C | G | [Verse 5]G Am7 I always heard about God with a wink and a nodD C I guess I took it all too seriouslyG Am7 But I was five years old and I took what I was toldBm* Am7* C To mean that the sublime was in my reachEm* D* C That the ocean of the known ends at the beachG Just up the street| G | % | [Verse 6]G Am7 These days people like that are considered aberrationsD C And I'm being corrected as we speakG Am7 This is my heart, it's a motor, it will search the world overBm* Am7* C I'm a search engine, see what I mean?Em* D* C I don't need the Internet, I don't need TVG To find the queenAm7 The Queen of HeartsG The Queen [Verse 7]G* Am7* So if you ever find that church that fits in your purseD* C* Put it into your cold metal shopping cartG Am7 And keep on wandering the aisles on the sick fluorescent tilesBm* Am7* C We'll be miles and miles apartEm* D* C I've got my own search, I'm still just at the startEm* D* C I'll be out on the highways looking for my counterpartG Am7 The Queen of Hearts
Queen Of Hearts
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