Woods

A   C#m   A   E

One-measure melody line (plays throughout intro, chorus):

C# C# C# C#
E  E  E  E
F# F# F# F#
B  B  B  B


[Verse 1]

C#m                                                    A/C#
Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideas
C#m                                                          A/C#
Laughter hangs from spindled towers, perception makes it real
C#m                                                     A/C#
And blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up high
C#m
Say don't you wait for me to give up on my side

[Chorus]

Amaj7                   A                              C#m
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines
Amaj7                      A                              E
There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high
E
Oh, good god

[Verse 2]

C#m                                                     A/C#
Insides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyes
C#m                                                        A/C#
And all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and alive
C#m                                           A/C#
No don't you wait for me, no don't you wait, no don't you wait for me
C#m
No, you can't burn what is already on fire

[Chorus]

Amaj7                   A                              C#m
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines
Amaj7                      A                              E
There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high
E
Oh, good god


[Interlude]
C#m


[Verse 3]

C#m
If there's a softness left then it's down deep
C#m                  A/C#
Sleeping in the mines
C#m
And to get to it would stir the sticking fits
C#m                       A/C#
From where they now reside

C#m
The smallness is the comfort between us
C#m                         A/C#
But experience makes us mean
C#m
And I know I know, I know, I know
C#m
This is where the woods will take you

[Chorus]

Amaj7                   A                              C#m
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines
Amaj7                      A                              E
There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high
E
Oh, good god

Amaj7                   A                              C#m
Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines
Amaj7                      A                              E
There's nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high
E
Oh, good god