Tv On the Radio - Halfway home

The l^Bazy way they turned your head In^Eto a rest stop for the dead And d^Bid it all in gold and blue and gr^Eey The ef^Bforts to allay your dread, In sp^Eite of all you knew and said, Were ha^Brd to see and harder still to s^Eay A com^Bfort plush all laced in lead Was s^Eent to quell your sentiment And k^Beep your trembling sentinel hand at b^Eay And w^Bhen a sudden silhouette Esc^Eaped the top-side of your bed I k^Bnew you'd never ever be the s^Eame

I^F#ms it not me? Am I not fo^C#mlded by your touch? The words you sp^F#moke I know too muc^Eh It's over n^Bow And not en^F#ough I^F#ms it not me? The damage you h^C#mold inside your blush? The load you t^F#mowed You showed it u^Ep It's over n^Bow And I'm in^F#sane

Wild sp^Birits winds from out your chest Coll^Eides with world and wilderness It n^Beeds a gentle hand to call it h^Eome Now s^Burfs the sun and scales the moon And w^Einds the waistband of her womb All ey^Bes ablaze the day you break your m^Eold

I^F#ms it not me? Am I not c^C#mulled into your clutch? The words you s^F#mpoke I know too muc^Eh We're closer ^Bnow And said en^F#ough I^F#ms it not me? Am I not r^C#molled into your crush? The road you c^F#mhose Unloads cont^Erol See it take me ^Bso