The Oh Hellos - Constellations

^FI can feel it on my ^Amtongue Brick and mortar ^Fas thick as scripture Drawing ^Amlines in the sand and laying ^Dmborders as ^Ftall ^Amas t^Dmowers ^AmI babble on until my ^Dmvoice is gone

^FThis hill I'll die on is about ^Am90 meters of bricks ^FColored indigo, ^Aminscribed with my name, and lined with ^Dmcedar But the ^Fwords fall flat like ^Dmcymbals crashing Like m^Amolars gnashing

^F'Cause like constellations a million years aw^Amay Every good intention,^Dm every good intention Is i^Fnterpolation, ^Dma line we drew in the ar^Amray Looking for the faces^Dm Looking for the shapes in the s^Filence

^FAll that's left for me to ^Amclimb to the heavens ^Dmis the chasm of the night And a ^Fmatter of ^Ctime But I hear the r^Fumble As the tectonic p^Amlates start to sh^Cake And I^F feel my blood pounding like the b^Ameat of a d^Crum

^F'Cause like constellations a million years aw^Amay Every good intention,^Dm every good intention Is i^Fnterpolation, ^Dma line we drew in the ar^Amray Looking for the faces^Dm Clinging to the shapes in the s^Filence

^FLike constellations i^Ammploding in the ^Cnight Everything is turning, ^Feverything is turning And the s^Amhapes that you drew ^Fmay change beneath a different ^Dmlight If everything you thought you k^Fnew fell ^Amapart, you'll be all ^Fright