Glass And The Ghost Children

Glass and the Ghost Children
Tuning :Eb
 
Em6 A 
Em6 A 
Em6 A 
Em6 A 
 
                 Em6              A              Em6       A
To the centre of the earth, or anywhere that god decides
              Em6               A             
Full of fever pulling forth, We hear our call as all
                 Em6              A              Em6       A
Into the centre of the earth, as written in 
              Em6               A             
DNA is reaching out, to your frequency 
 
Em6 A
              Em6 A            
I want to live
                 Em6 A
Don’t want to die 
              Em6 A
I want to live
              Em6 A            
I want to try 
              Em6 A            
All in prayer, prayer in all 
                 Em6 A
All are scared, scared of all 
 
Black rooms are calling, to men in leather coats 
White labs are cooking up the silver ghost 
The glass migrates under, her translucent skin 
And all the spiders wonder, what we’ve got us in 
 
              Em6 A            
All is you, you are all 
                 Em6 A
All with you, you in all 
 
Em6 A
              Em6 A            
I want to live
                 Em6 A
Don’t want to die 
              Em6 A
I want to live
             Em6
I want to try 
 
Em7 Dsus2 | Em7 Dsus2
Em7                    Dsus2
So beats the final coda, of a vinyl storm 
Em7                 Dsus2
One more cherry cola, to lift up her dead arms 
Em7                          Dsus2
A dream of soft focus sunsets, filters through the din 
Em7                  Dsus2
We are losing contact, as she dials away 
Em7                       Dsus2
She can hear glass calling, or is it someone that looks like him? 
Em7                   Dsus2
She eyes TV reflection, and nods a knowing look 
Em7                       Dsus2
She says it doesn’t matter, she never liked her looks 
 
Em7                             Dsus2
I have seen a thousand fractures, I have seen everything 
Em7                            Dsus2 
Cause knowing is its own answer, love something in a book 
Em7                            Dsus2
There’s not much left to ponder, not much left to cook 
 
Em7                       Dsus2
As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her 
Em7                       Dsus2
As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her 
Em7                       Dsus2
As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her 
Em7                       Dsus2
As she counted the spiders, as they crawled up inside her 
Em7                       Bm7
As she counted the spiders, ah-ahh 
 
End on Em7