Am C F Am
[Verse]
Am C
If i could rearrange my words
F Am
I'd say what i mean
Am C
If i could learn to count the cards
F C
I'd risk everything
Am C
Imagine how brave i'd be
F Am
If i knew i'd be safe
Am C
If i could only know the end
F Am
I'd be a prodigy of faith
[Pre-Chorus]
G F Am
If i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find
G F Am
I'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine
[Chorus]
Am F Am
Everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind
Am C F C
And what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied
Am C F C
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
Am C F C
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
F C
How i ache to know
[After Chorus]
F C
God knows that i know we're little boats in the great big sea
F C
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
[Verse]
Am C F C
Every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied
Am C F C
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right
Am C F C
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
Am C F C
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
[Instrumental]
Am C F C x2
[Chorus]
Am G Dm Am
If ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven
Am G Dm Em C
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea
F C
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze
