Broken Bells - The mall and misery

^DmUse your intuition, it's all you've got, eys are rare and there's a thousand locks Standing in ^Fyour way, so goes the gold age of your tired life ^DmDigging for a way, you cast a spell, carve a path from all the things they sell But they don't ^Flet go, just thought you should know, keys are rare

^DmI know what I know would not fill a thimble So let your ^Fmind go straight down the wrong way ^DmDoes one want to get more used to The ^Fmall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be a^Dmlive ^F

^DmOh she lies half burning from the biting cold, if only to learn what you've never been told There's a ^Freal world, somewhere a good girl lives and breathes ^DmPart of her opened the callow mind, ideas stolen in the morning tide There's a ^Fdark time, this is your dark rhyme, feel your heart

^DmI know what I know would not fill a thimble So let my ^Fmind go straight down the wrong way ^DmDoes one want to get more used to The ^Fmall and misery, the dead mouths it costs to be ^Dmalive ^F