David Bazan - Ill at ease

^D So your ancient poems del^Eight ^D In dimensions undefi^Ened ^D Where at some ever future ti^Eme ^D Every wrong will finally b^Ee made right

^A/C# Well count on me to still be i^Dll at ease ^A/C# Count on me to still be i^Dll at ease ^A Lest we hear it from the ro^Dcks and the trees Why do you still l^Bmook for me When you know wh^Aere I'll ^Ebe

^D With all creation to rebu^Eild ^D And every promise unfulf^Eilled ^D You wants points for right bel^Eief ^D And the worn-out knees in yo^Eur blue jeans

^A/C# Well count on me to still be i^Dll at ease ^A/C# Count on me to still be i^Dll at ease ^A Lest we hear it from the ro^Dcks and the trees Why do you still l^Bmook for me When you know wh^Aere I'll al^Eways be