Misc Unsigned Bands - Rusty cage - this is not a love song

It's ^Ctrue that sometimes intuition ^Eties the blinding folds To ^Amcontemplate not what, but why the ^Fway the mind can ^Ggo Some^Ctimes it plays the heart, it's so ^Elovely at the start But^Am when the walls come crashing down I ^Ftake it all ^Gapart Ar^Cise my jaded cynicism, ^Eanalyzing criticism ^AmEvery thought so skeptical, no ^Fmysteries are ^Gleft at all No ^Csilly romance fantasies are ^Ereally how they're hoped to be No ^Amthis is not a song of love, just ^Fso damn remi^Gniscent of it ^Call

Whoow, i^Amntention. When you ^Fleave these things behind, I can't ^Gopen up my mind at ^Call Whoow, i^Amntention. Well I^F know, I know that love ain't real but I ^Fmcan't deny the way I feel ^CI'd like to say I'll ^Gfind the day when ^Amno more will I ^Efeel this way, and ^Fif I never, very well G C G Am B^Eut only tests of time can tell. Indulge the moment and then it's gone, but never for too very long No ^Fthis is not a song of love just ^Gso damn reminiscent of it ^Call

The ^Cfight to strive, genetic drive, those ^Eearly days of man ^AmReplication and survive, to ^Fact not under^Gstand For ^Cevery lost potential mother ^Ekills you from within, for ^Amfear of life's own preservation ^Fstarts to settle ^Gin Well I ^Cknow it gets confusing and I ^Eknow it's worth a try When ^Aminstinct tells you how to act but ^Fjust won't tell you ^Gwhy As ^Csingle souls are drawn together, ^Epassionate and blind Am -once, then mute strum F G C Just keep this simple thought in mind, that love is just a concept for the times.

Woe and ^Amblight^F, such is ^Glife. ^CThough ^Amexcel^F for all is ^Gwell ^C

Whoow, i^Amntention. When you ^Fleave these things behind, I can't ^Gopen up my mind at ^Call Am F -once Fm -once C -once Whoow, intention. Well, no this is not a song of love just so damn reminiscent of it all