B
I am not what I seem
F# E

I am something else entirely
B G#m
If you said my real name

F# E
You'd black out and have a dream
Fm

Where everything was spinning, spinning
G#m
Doors were closing closing

F#
And your mind would slow way way down
E F#

At all the heat absorbing

I am words on a page

A bright sad story of canary cage
If you let me out
I'd rip destroy and rampage

All the world is turning turning
The stars are dying dying
Nobody but god can stop it

But that doesn't stop anybody from trying

(whistle break)


On the cold clear road
The passengers carry heavy loads

As I fight for a seat
My back is bent my legs are bowed
The trees hang down they're reaching reaching

The air gets thick it's smoking smoking
Back of the bus I hear the sound
Of 1000 men slowly choking


And then you're back in your bed
The first light of morning red

You struggle to remember
Your mind knows it should forget
The door knob is twisting twisting

You push the window open
The ground it gives very gently
As your body lies there broken