Birdtalker - One

^GI've played the teacher, the^Em preacher, guru ^GMaintaining postures ^Emseparating me and you ^GAs if the thoughts of God were ^Emmine and mine to ^Gspeak ^{Em G}I've listened with an a^Emgenda so I could prove ^GAll of the shit I b^Emelieve to be true ^GJust to hide the fear of^Em being ^Gweak ^Em

^GBurn the scorecards,^C/G balance out the scales ^GWe are one wind di^C/Gstracted by our differe^Emnt sails ^GUndernea^C/Gth what's^G detectable with^C/G eyes ^GEver^C/Gy particle's ^Gvibrating with the^C/G same life^{Em F}

If we ke^Gep running around^C/G deciding w^Gho's right and ^C/Gwrong Then tell m^Ge, where are we ^C/Gheaded? H^Gow can we all belong ^C/G When all our^Am logic is colliding And it's ^C/Gconstantly dividing me from y^Gou ^C/G

So d^Gamn those e^C/Gager protest^Gations on your t^C/Gongue ^GShut your ^C/Gbrain up long^G enough to hear the^C/G lowly h^Emum ^GUnderne^C/Gath what's^G detectable with e^C/Gyes ^GEvery pa^C/Grticle's vi^Gbrating with t^C/Ghe one li^Emfe ^F

^GBeyond the land of the r^C/Gight, the land of the wr^Gong There's a ^C/Gfield waiting for ^Gus All the notions of ^C/Gyou, the notions of ^Gme We finally a^C/Ggree don't mean a t^Ghing

^GBurn the scorecards, b^C/Galance out the scales (We are the land of the right, the land of the wrong) W^Ge are one wind dist^C/Gracted by our different sa^Gils (There's a field waiting for us) Damn those eager p^C/Grotestations on your tongue (All the notions of you, the notions of me) ^GShut your brain up^C/G long enough to hear the lowly ^Ghum (We finally agree don't mean a thing) Underneath what's d^C/Getectable with eyes (Beyond the land of the right, the land of the wrong) ^GEvery particle's v^C/Gibrating with the one life (There's a field)