James Vincent McMorrow - Down the burning ropes

^AmWhen the hills let go Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ^Gghosts It's something to be^Amhold

^AmWhen the paper thin girls With twisting little braids in their hair, They take off their coats and t^Ghrow Pebbles and stones from the side of the boat, Crying out ^F The stones t^Ghey float, the stones t^Amhey float Oh my God,^F the stones t^Ghey float, the stones they ^Amfloat

^AmDown the burning ropes Past the places where the steal beams meet concrete skies You make your bed under the ^Gmoonlight I think it's time we said g^Amoodbye

^AmCause nothing moves in the warm air And words that once would cut like a knife, They just hang in the cloud and y^Gou're Pushed by the lord, But you're pulled by the crowds a^Fnd You're over^Gboard, you're over^Amboard Oh my God,^F she's over^Gboard, she's over^Amboard

My love she's over board ^{Am G F} Some uuuhs and aaaaahs with Am G F

^AmNot a shell unbroken In the valley where my heartache and the timbers lay It's not the time to be h^Ganging around here You know what some mi^Amght say

^AmThat people get too reckless That even with the simplest of crimes They leave, blood behind, As I ^Gclean the knife for the very last time ^F I think^G she knows, I think^Am she knows Oh my God,^F I think^G she knows, I think ^Amshe knows