B       (7  9  9  8  7  7)
E       (x  7  9  9  9  x)



G#m                F#
I will learn to console
    B       E
The dying cylon
      F#
Whose hope
      B         E
Has binary slow turned
     F#
Into grief into
G#m                  F#
Hearts we hid up our sleeves
  B              E
I didn't have to leave
      F#
I can see
      B            E
I was hopeless and naive
      F#        B
Now I see now I see

G#m-F#-B-E-F#-B-E-F# x2

G#m                F#
Making good on our plan
     B           E
As I stuck to my presets
   F#
No offense
            B           E
It's just I never made amends
       F#
With myself
     G#m                     F#
I'll always see through this lens
    B              E
The wires bind the stems
       F#
I will not
         B                   E
Shoot my valence through the air
     F#
I am not
       B
One of them


    Two words...
G#m-F#-B-E-F#-B-E-F# x2



G#m            F#
    Two words
                       B               E
I never thought they'd be the ones I'd choose
F#                 B         E       F#
  And I'll always follow through
G#m           F#
    Few turns
                       B              E
I never thought they'd be the ones of news
F#            B           E       F#
  It's closer than I ever knew