Julien Baker - Distant solar systems

^ADistant solar ^F#msystems and ^Dsus2all the minor ^Aplaaaa^Enets Know ^Anothing of our ^F#msatellites and ^Dsus2Seven forty-^Aseeee^Evens ^AFireworks that ^F#mrecreate the ^Dsus2birth of constel^Alaaaa^Etions ^ADying suns that ^F#mlaugh at shotgun ^Dsus2powder imi^Ataaaaa^Etions ^AWhen I am a ^F#msailor, and the ^Dsus2sky, a pitch-black ^Aoooooo^Ecean I'll ^Alook down at my ^F#mbleeding heart and ^Dsus2wish I were a ^AVuuuuuuul^Ecan

It's Byzantine ^Dsus2struuuuc^Atures, churches and ^Eall All of our ^Dsus2treaaaaa^Asure of oil and ^Egold All of the ^Dsus2emmmmmmmm^Apires crumble in ^Estone Great archi^Dsus2tecccc^Ature gilded in ^Echrome

^AGod and I, we ^F#mcorrespond with ^Dsus2intermittent ^Aleeeeeee^Etters ^AI send postcards ^F#mfrom the road, and ^Dsus2now and then he ^Aannnnnn^Eswers ^AEchoes, northern ^F#mcity-states, and ^Dsus2all the mighty ^Akinnnnng^Edoms ^AHead of sewing ^F#mneedles on an ^Dsus2unending ^Ahoriiiii^Eiizon I ^Aknew there was a ^F#mscene before you ^Dsus2ever thought to ^Asing ^Eit And ^Acall yourself a ^F#mbastard, and I ^Dsus2know you like an ^Aorrrr^Ephan

'Cause great men of ^Dsus2sciiiiii^Aence and litera^Eture Don't im^Dsus2pressssss ^Ame, what can I of^Efer? Because I am a ^Dsus2chiiiii^Asel in your ^Ehand Screaming at ^Dsus2maaaaaaar^Able from a microphone ^Estand, aaaaaaand