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}as if it's their loss.

^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, ^{F C}swear at the moon.

^C'Cause sometimes it's like ^Ftrying 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 ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause 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, l^Fike you're treading on ^Emegg-shells, ^GTrying to floss up your ^Ftop-set with a rusty ^Cchain.

^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou ^FIt's all ^Gbecause of ^Cyou