Pinegrove - Phase

^F#/DThat night when I lifted my head up & I was s^Geeing what was trembling there On the ed^Age of my restless^Bm eyelid On the tip^G of the horizon's lash On the ^F#/Dlip of the collapsing letter In the la^Gp of the confusing moon I'm reduced^A to an estranged^Bm illusion I'm consumed^G by all the shit in my room

Well then maybe^F#/D if you pick my room up Carve a path^G in my moonlit floor Through the colors^A I adorn my ^Bmbody with In ^Gritual

Nowadays^F#/D I usually just get up Put on a sweater^G from the day before Like you said^A it's got to get^Bm better I wear my^G shadow like a uniform

I'm torn^F#/D right through^G D^Bmivid^Aed r^F#/Dight i^An tw^Go

So while I do^F#/D align my library By the colors^G on the spine of my books When I'm looking^A for a resolut^Bmion But there's ^Gwreckage everywhere I look & there's brambles^F#/D scratching at the window & there's silver^G shining on the thorns I could've sworn^A the moon's singing ^Bmto me Strung in a phase^G so strange & torn

Now the stars^F#/D look fake & strung up & the colors ^Gon the floor are worn & the hues^A on my body are ^Bmmuted In the shadow^G, my uniform

I'm tor^F#/Dn right throug^Gh D^Bmivid^Aed r^F#/Dight i^An tw^Go I'm los^F#/Dt without usin^Gg The b^Bmrigh^Atest^F#/D light^A I k^Gnew