The Past And The Pending

Tom: E

E                E7/4               A9           G
"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
 E             E7/4   A9               Asus
 we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
E            E7/4          A9           G
cough and twitch from the news on your face
 E               E7/4   A9               Asus
and some foreign candle burning in your eyes  (see bottom for line endings)

               (instrumental  play same 2 sets of chords above x1)

E            E7/4         A9              G
 held to the past, too aware of the pending
 E                   E7/4   A9                  Asus
 chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
 E         E7/4          A9              G
 enter the fog another low road descending
  E               E7/4   A9                   Asus       A9    (build up)
 away from the cold lust, your house and summertime

(Chorus)
  A             Em                A
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             Em             A
 pistols and countless eyes
     Em              A
 a trail of white blood betrays
         C              D
 the reckless route your craft is running
  A             Em              A
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             Em           A
 dousing an ancient torch
             Em
 loiter the whole day through
       C                   D                 A
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love

              (instrumental  play same 2 sets of chords in verse)


 E            E7/4           A9              G
 your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
 E        E7/4   A9               Asus
 offer me little but doting on a crime
 E                  E7/4         A9              G
 we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
 E              E7/4      A9                  Asus         9   
 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all

(Chorus)
  A             Em                A
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             Em             A
 pistols and countless eyes
     Em              A
 a trail of white blood betrays
         C              D
 the reckless route your craft is running
  A             Em              A
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             Em           A
 dousing an ancient torch
             Em
 loiter the whole day through and
   C                    D
 lose yourself in lines dissecting,
   C                    D            C                     D
 lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting..."