Admiral Fallow - Old balloons

^CThrow them down your throat. ^CMany rivers to cross. ^CLaugh under granite-grey skies, As if i^Gt's their loss. ^{F C}

^CSlip on your floor; ^Cbound aftermath. ^CThat which has stolen your years. Son, don't become ^Gone more shadow. ^F Don't drop your ^Canchor here.

^CBroken down liver and withered frame. ^CLungs wrinkled like old balloons. ^CDampen your spirits by sunrise And swear ^Gat the moon.

^C'Cause sometimes ^Fit's like trying to breathe through a ^Empillow, ^GTrying to dance on the ^Ftightrope in the pouring ^Crain. ^CSometimes it's like, ^Flike you're treading on ^Emegg-shells, ^GTrying to floss up your ^Ftop-set with a rusty ^Cchain.

^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all bec^Gause of ^Cyou

^CSometimes it's like ^Ftrying to breathe through a ^Empillow, ^GTrying to dance on the ^Ftightrope in the pouring ^Crain. ^CSometimes it's like, like ^Fyou're treading on ^Emegg-shells, ^GTrying to floss up your ^Ftop-set with a rusty ^Cchain.