Jack Johnson - Ones and zeros

There's a ^Cblack hole pulling me in I slowly ^Bbbend till I see the back of my own ^Fsins I stole my soul from myself now I ^Cwonder

Wonder – is^C there somebody with a perfect plan That goes bo^Bbom when it's stamped and we could understand How the ^Fgods of old used to clap their hands to make ^Cthunder

So we're ^Cclapping and we're laughing like it was so absurd In the f^Bbuture we'll be laughing at who we were Right ^Fnow as man plays god with the land that he pl^Cunders

To the ^Cone unknown no one can know nor s^Bbee That's resistant to greed If we listen to ^Ftime after time, time can never go ^Cunder

There's this ^Cvine trying to ^Fclimb Through the ^Gwindow ^Finto my ^Amlife I don't ^Ammind I don't ^Gmind I don't ^Fmind There's this ^Cwine trying to ^Ffind Its way from the ^Gbottle ^Finto my ^Ammind In my ^Ammind In my ^Gmind In my ^Fmind

And so this ^Cvine is trying to climb Through the window into my life To bring me ^Bbsymmetry And memories of a backlit breeze ^FBack into a dream on the ground Looking up at the sun^C coming down

Into a ^Cworld of boys and girls Are holding handheld devices While they're ^Bbeating and they're sleeping And they're dreaming of the prices We'll be ^Fpaying down the line When the ice melts maybe it will turn to ^Cwine

And all the ^Cgreatest of the heroes started jumping from the books They started ^Bbwearing ones and zeros Looking more and more like crooks They stole the ^Fsunlight from the future Took a sip drained half the glass and put it back ^C

And a lot of ^Cpeople like to have a feast Not so many could stomach the killing Lot of ^Bbtraffic on the streets, so who's really doing all the drilling Keep on ^Ffilling what can never be full My imagination has got a ^Chold on me

There's this ^Cvine trying to ^Fclimb Through the w^Gindow ^Finto my ^Amlife I don't ^Ammind I don't ^Gmind I don't ^Fmind There's this ^Cwine trying to ^Ffind Its way from the ^Gbottle ^Finto my ^Ammind In my ^Ammind In my ^Gmind In my ^Fmind