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
