Indigo Girls - Leeds

^GIt's dark at fo^Dur PM in Leeds ^{F G C G} the steeples pierce the skylight til^Dl the last^F of it bleeds ^GThe absent sound^D of another day^F as it recedes into the shadows^Gm un^Cmtil^F it's n^Cot^Cmhing ^GFax papers slip^Dped under the hotel room door ^{F G C G}like food for the prisoner ^Dor the prosp^Fect to the whore ^GWell fed and hal^Dfway drunk I ac^Fhe myself for more until I'm sh^Gmadows o^Cmf myself^F until^C I'm no^Cmthing ^CSixteen black ch^A7urches burning ^Gon the ^CmTV ^Call the way from^A7 Texas to Tenne^Gssee ^{Cm C}a politician loc^A7ks my eye and s^Gays to me there^Cm is no ^Gmcrisis ^Cmhere th^Fere's no conspi^Cra^Cmcy ^GI crave inertia^D every move made^F so I can stop ^{G C G}Whatever this madness is^D in me spinning^F like a top ^Gon a bed^D of anxiety ove^Fr a deep dark drop down into no^Gmthingne^Cmss into ^Fwithou^Ct-youne^Cmss ^CWas it ever so e^A7vil creep like ^Givy, ^{Cm C}toe hold on the ^A7stronger half of nature^G's dich^Cmotomy ^CBeating back a p^A7ath through not^Ghing mo^Cmre than pure insistence ^GmUntil he^Cmre beco^Fmes the distanc^Ce ^Cm

^GHold my head lo^Dve I'm sick toni^Fght ^{G C G}find the open hole a^Dnd press your finger ^Fthere will all your might ^Gbefore the last ^Dounce of my spirit blee^Fds ^Gmonto the^Cm pristi^Fne sheets of th^Ce ^Cmhotel bed in^G Leeds