Shins - Phantom limb

^AFrozen into coats^D, White girls of the Nor^Bmth, ^GFire past one, ^Dfire the one, ^DThey are the fabled lambs, ^EA Sunday ham, ^BmThe ancient snow. And they can^A float above the grass, ^D In circles if t^Ahey tried, A^G latent power I know ^Dthey hide, ^DTo keep some hope alive, ^EThat a girl like I c^Bmould ever try, Could ever ^Atry.

^F#mSo we just ski^Drt the hallway si^Egns, A phantom and a ^F#mfly, ^F#Follow the lines ^Dand wonder why ^E

^AAnd weakened falling eyes,^D In cheap shots from the t^Bmribe, ^GAnd we're often in Marcus' porch^D again, ^DAnother afternoon with the gold h^Eead tunes, And pi^Bmlfered booze. We wandered t^Ahrough your mama's h^Douse, And the milk from the win^Adow lights, Family port^Grait circa ninety-five^D, This is that f^Doreign land, With the spray^Eed on tans, And it all fe^Bmels fine, Beats circus sl^Aime,

^F#mSo, when they t^Dap our mundane ^Eheads, To zombie-walk in our st^F#mead, ^F#This town seems hardl^Dy worth our time,^{E F#m}And we'll no longer^D memorize or rhym^Ee, To fall along in o^F#mur crime, ^F#Stepping over what now ^Dtowers to the sky,^E