The Ataris - Eight of nine

^E These hospital ^G#/Cwalls are the palest of^A white ^C#m here in this ^Edesert they're reciting my ^Blast rites^A the smell of these ^Bhalls brings temporary ^Ecomfort as the oxygen flows ^G#/Cthrough my blood ^A el cora^B(hold)zon was poisoned tonight

^{E G#m} she's on her eight ^A8 of 9^{B B7(hold)}

when ^Ehalf of all your prayers are insin^G#mcere the other half are^A lies^{B A E} here is this ^G#/Cwatermark under this ^Abridge ^C#m the point where it all ^Ecrested rolled back and ^Bdrifted into the^A sea i climb from this ^Bwreckage as the s^Emoke begins to clear ^G#/Cfrom my lungs ^A the closest of ^Bclose calls has happened to^C#mnight it's time that i ^Emade things right for the ^Bfirst time since the ^Alast time^{B C#m} let this moment of ^Eclarity lift this ^Bcurse that has been cast u^Apon me^A

^A So appreciate the ^Bgood times ^E but don't take the worst for ^G#/Cgranted ^A cause you only ^B(hold)get so