This Ain't No Place For Animals

C#m
The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen.
B
In this carousel, the silence is so surreal.
C#m                                        B
I've been misled down empty streets to the heart that never beats
     A         B       C#m
Of a body that I can't keep.

      B            C#m          B           A          B
We're blessed with these, these horrors for highways.
          C#m       B     C#m         B          A
This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders.
B    C#m B   A     C#m
Have we lost our touch?

C#m
A light goes on.
C#m                    A  B  C#m
We throw our blankets aside.
                                            C#m   A          B        C#m
It's been hours now and we still know nothing, we still know nothing

          B          C#m                 B   C#m
The scars just don't heal the same, when we collide.

                      B           A
I'd never say that we step to the other side
    B                    C#m
to keep us from brushing shoulders.
                       B          A                 B
But it's collisions we need to remind us that we're alive.

A                      B
I'd never say that you make me sick,
           C#m                                 B
but you're turning all the questions to cancers.
A                   B
Someone call in the emergency
          C#m                           B
And we'll peel back the dressings so we can see
A                           B
The kind of things that the surgeons see,
                C#m                         B
When the bloodwork won't give us the answers.
A                      B                           C#m      B    A
They'll never tell us, cause they don't know whats killing us.

C#m                                         B             C#m
My heart's at a million miles an hour as we brace for the impact,
         B          C#m
It makes time stand still, forcing momentum into a moment
         B     A                    B
So for a split second, I see your face
C#m
In between all the broken glass, hanging like a mobile.
A                       B              C#m     B
This is a picture we'll never quite forget.

C#m
The surgeons pick, they pick at my body.
                          B                   C#m
Their fingers dance, they dance all around me.

                                         A
Hold still while they pick at my body.
        B         C#m
They'll dance all around me.

C#m                               B       A
Breathe your anaesthetic words to slow us down.
                                                  B
Tear back the skin to find, to chase a pulse back home.


A                      B
I'd never say that you make me sick,
           C#m                                 B
but you're turning all the questions to cancers.
A                   B
Someone call in the emergency
          C#m                           B
And we'll peel back the dressings so we can see
A                           B
The kind of things that the surgeons see,
                C#m                         B
When the bloodwork won't give us the answers.
A                      B                           C#m      B    A
They'll never tell us, cause they don't know whats killing us.