Talking Heads - Turn to salt

^Gsun at its meridian ^Bbwhen the walls start caving in i d^Co this every day ^Eb

^Gi can smell the smoke and ash ^Bbi can hear the columns crash but i ^Ccan’t look away ^Eb

^Bbask me what it looked like, say you ^Cwant to know wh^Bbat it looked l^Cike ^Eb CHORUS ^Gi turn to salt, i can’t not turn my eyes to s^Amee, our city burn ^{F G}i fall on my, own bayonette ill p^Amull out all my stitches without a cone around m^Fy neck It’s my^Bb fault,^B wat^Amch ^Cme turn to^G salt

^Emleave me here in my dumb reminiscence ^Gyou and your sons are safe in the distance ^Emi hope the halo on your head weighs a ton ^{G Em}so run away, cut the cord, keep ignoring the ign^Gored turn away f^Crom me with perfect symmetry an^Cmd run