A Comet Appears (ver3) Chords - Shins






Its a tad better then the others promiss. (just sometimes the D's can be switched with 
i think not quite sure, but sounds good like this)

Intro:  D A G D
        G A D
        D A G D
        G A


D    A           G    D
One hand on this wily comet,
G      A             D
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
D     A       G     D
some uber-man I'd make,
    G        A
I'm barely a vapor.

D     A         G        D
They shone a chlorine light on,
G A           D
A host of individual sins.
D      A         G      D
Let's carve my aging face off,
A          D
Fetch us a knife,
A             D
start with my eyes,
A           D
down so the lines
       G         A
form a grimacing smile.

D      A           G        D
Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
G   A            D
Is this fooling anyone else?
 D    A           G      D
Never worked so long and hard
   G                 A
to cement a failure.

D       A           G         D
We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
G       A              D
but the lonely is such delicate things,
D   A           G         D
the wind from a wasp could blow them,
A        D
into the sea,
     A               D
with stones on their feet,
A           D             G         A
lost to the light and the loving we need,


G        D     G
Still to come,
          D            A       G
the worst part and you know it,
           D    G
there is a numbness
       D              A
in you heart and it's growing.

D A G D
G A D
D A G D
G A

D       A             G         D
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
G          A
I click my heels,
        D
get the devils in line,
D          A             G       D
a list of things I could lay the blame on
      G             A
might give me a way out.

D             A
but with each turn
          G          D
it's this front and center,
G      A          D
Like a dart stuck square in you eye,
D       A           G         D
every post you can hitch your faith on,
     A          D
is a pie in the sky
A             D
chock full of lies,
  A       D
a tool we devise
        G              A
to make sinking stones fly,

G        D     G
Still to come,
          D            A       G
the worst part and you know it,
           D    G
there is a numbness
       D              A
in you heart and it's growing.

Outro:

D A G D
G A D