Autoheart - Hungover in the city of dust

We’re ^Amhungover ^Gin the city of^F dust Let our ^Amminds run round in ^Gcircles While we ^Ffigure it all out

^CFeeling moody ^Gdark and heavy ^AmThere’s no feeling ^Cin my left arm ^GResonance^Am is far away ^CTry to compl^Gicate my thinking

^AmAm I falling, am I ^Csinking ^GPowder in my^Am fingernails ^CAnd the bel^Gt wrapped around ^AmMy shrinking waist ^Fis having trouble

^CTryin’ to ^Gkeep th^Ame damn things up ^CWant to write a ^Gsingle letter ^AmMaybe then I’ll ^Cfeel much better ^GUntil then we’ll f^Amloat