Metric - Dreams so real

When I get ^A#in to the ^Cmbottom of it I ^G#sink Seems like nothing I ^A#said ^Cmever meant any^G#thing But a ^D#headline over my ^A#head, ^Cmthought I made a stan^G#d Only made a scen^A#e there's no ^Cmfeast for the under^G#fed All the ^D#unknown, dying or ^A#dead keep ^Cmshowing up in my ^G#dreams They ^D#stand at the end of my ^A#bed; ^Cmhave I ever really ^G#helped ^D#anybody but my^A#self To be^Cmlieve in the power of ^G#songs, To be^D#lieve in the power of ^A#girls Though the ^Cmpoint we're making is ^G#gone Play it ^D#stripped down to my ^A#bone

I'll ^Cmshut up and carry ^G#on ^D#scream becomes a ya^A#wn x6

Our ^Cmparents daughters and ^G#sons Believed in the power of ^A#songs What if ^Cmthose days are ^G#gone? My memory is ^A#strong Any^Cmone not dying is ^G#dead And baby it won't be ^A#long So ^Cmshut up and carry ^G#on ^D#scream becomes a y^A#awn

I'll ^Cmshut up and carry ^G#on ^D#scream becomes a ya^A#wn x4

Ba^Cmby wherever you a^G#re, baby whatever you do^A# Fa^Cmster than you ^G#think, time staggers o^D#n