C Em I'm digging up the bones of the failures I've buried F G I'm pulling out my white flags in various stages Dm The sun bleached in gray Am Gonna sew them all together C7 F Gonna fashion their bones into a frame G Tie the flags on a string F Stretched across until they're wings Fm I'm no closer to heaven ( C Em F C C/B Am G7 ) C Em I clipped a bird with my car on the freeway F He won't see a burial G Dm And all week long I kept thinking of death Am How me and Hemingway share forehead scars C7 F I won't meet the same fate that he did G In a world that I can't fix F With a hammer in my grip Fm I'm no closer to heaven Am Dm G It feels like the day before something important C C/B Am It feels like the first snow of the season that sticks Dm G It's how I'll always feel like a failure F In the back of my head Fm No matter where I've been C The future feels bright Em The glow of the city F Out across the great plains G With the closer I get Dm The further I feel away Am I can stay here in the darkness C7 F Feels like I'm wandering in circles for days G We never reach the gates F I'll keep walking anyway Fm C I'm no closer to heaven
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