Calexico - Splitter

^AThrough the gardens and fields 'neath the tall green grass You were ^F#mwalking 'neath the moon while covering your tracks ^DWorking your fingers down to the skin and s^Atone

^F#mOne hand on the ^C#hammer o^Dne foot by the d^Aoor ^F#mPushed by the ^C#wind fe^Dd by the ne^Aed for m^Eoving on ^DMoving on t^Ao nowhere

^AWhen division runs deep and down into the well All the c^F#moins you dove after lost all their spell ^DCovered in moss walking for silver and b^Alood

^F#mOut in the ^C#cafe w^Dorking in the g^Arove ^F#mGuarding the ^C#port of the ^Dfuture you ^Asold

^EHolding on h^Dolding on to n^Ao one ^EHolding on h^Dolding on to n^Ao one

^F#mOne eye in the ^C#mirror t^Dhe other on the sc^Areen ^F#mSewn in the ^C#pockets and d^Down into the ^Adream ^F#mCaught up in the ^C#mortar b^Dricks and heavy l^Aoad ^F#mWait in the ^C#shadows ^Ddown the living ^Aroad

^EMoving on mo^Dving on to no ^Aone ^EMoving on mo^Dving on to no ^Aone ^EHolding on h^Dolding on to n^Ao one ^EHolding on h^Dolding on to n^Ao one