B G#m

[Verse 1]
B
I can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar as thick as scripture
        G#m                    D#m               F#
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
B
I babble on until my voice is gone

[Verse 2]
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
                                        G#m            D#m
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
       F#
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
      B
Like molars gnashing

[Chorus]
F#                                          B
'Cause like constellations a million years away
                       G#m      C#
Every good intention, every good intention
B                F#                     B
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
                        G#m
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence

[Verse 3]
B
All that's left for me to climb to the heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time
                F#
But I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
     B
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum

[Chorus]
F#                                         B
'Cause like constellations a million years away
                   G#m       C#
Every good intention, every good intention
B                F#                     B
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
                G#m
Clinging to the faces

Clinging to the shapes in the silence

[Solo]
C# G# C#  B
D# F# B G#m F# B G#

[Chorus]
F#                                      B
Like constellations imploding in the night
                       G#m           F#
Everything is turning, everything is turning
                                                            B
And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
                               G#m
And everything you thought you knew
F#
will fall apart, but you'll be all right