Postal Service - We will become silhouettes

I've got a cup^Dboard with cans of fo^God, filtered wat^Der, And pictures of y^Gou and i'm not^D coming out Until th^Gis is all over^{D G} And i'm lo^Doking through the ^Gglass where the li^Dght bends At the cra^Gcks And i'm scr^Deaming at the top of my lun^Ggs prete^Dnding The echoes belo^Gng to so^Emmeone So^Emmeone i used to ^Dknow And we b^Emecome silhouettes when our bodies final^Dly go B^Da ^Gba^D b^Ga...

I wanted to^D walk through the emp^Gty streets And feel somethin^Dg constant under my ^Gfeet, But all the n^Dews reports reco^Gmmended that I stay indoor^Ds ^G Because the ^Dair outside will make ^Gour cells D^Divide at an alarming r^Gate until our s^Dhells Simply cannot ho^Gld all our ins^Dides in, ^G And that's when we'll e^Emxplode (and it won't be a pretty^D sight) ^EmAnd we'll become silhouettes when our bodies fin^Dally go B^Da ^Dba^D b^Da... And w^De'll become silhouettes ^Dwhen our bodies fin^Dally go B^Da ba ba... ^D And we'll become silhouettes whe^Dn our bodies finally go B^Da b^Ga b^Da..^G. And we'll becom^De silhouettes when^D our bodies finally go B^Da ba ba...^G

A^Dnd we'll be^Gcome An^Dd we'll be^Gcome