Chords for Astronautalis - Contrails ft. Tegan Quin (Lyrics)

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93.65 bpm
Chords used:

A

G

F#

Bm

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Astronautalis - Contrails ft. Tegan Quin (Lyrics) chords
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[A]
[F#m] [G] [Bm]
I know, even if [A] you're living in broken bones, no one can ever escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
If you walk, you better learn [G] how to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
In contrast [F#m] to a really broken home, you polished up this pretty pearl [F#] of a home.
I won't forbade this guy to kill [G] for everyone.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
[F#m] That's why I wrote this song.
[A] That's why I wrote this song.
[F#] That's why I wrote this song.
[G] I know, you know, what it's all about.
[Bm] She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable [A] dresser, canes and signs.
Tracing their apparel like a judge of [F#] character and bra.
She never missed a lift up on the line.
Her [G] fingertips are dripping.
It's a bit from time to time.
And this is how [Bm] she's fine.
Secrets to slip the grip.
Overwitten trauma.
[A] Whispered breath, frantic division.
Over milkiness on [F#] fingertips.
And this is just, shit.
Who is [G] this?
This is who keeps [B] on.
I know a cane is just a comedy.
Ten cups for cultural [A] crippled honesty.
Slain perceptions, lame deception.
What's [F#] astonishing, we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in [G] time left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken [B] promise ring.
You follow me?
A hundred strong men [A] choked on a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal [F#] towards the abyss.
And this can only end wrong, [Em] but motherfuck it.
That's the reason why I'm, [Bm]
I'm known.
Even if you're [E] living in a blue bone.
No one can ever locate where [F#] you go.
So if you walk, you better [G] learn how to run.
I wrote [Bm] this song.
I'm afraid of loneliness [A] and broken homes.
I'll shut this pretty [F#] girl in the hole.
I won't go beat this gal again, [G] but everyone.
I wrote this song.
Leonel Ture said it, the truth.
[A] He said it, the music.
We're all conquistadors of the [F#] ushers.
What kind of fools are stupid?
You climb a mountain to [G] do it.
Then climb back down to the town without a picture to prove [B] it.
I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash [A] wide in the crowd.
But you were cutting money.
It's too late, but [F#] turn back now.
It's when those burnt black [G] clouds submerge the earth in [D] shroud.
The kings earn that [Bm] crown.
This is how we rise by [A] taking a fall.
Survive another winter on [F#] straight to the thaw.
One day you learn to strain the [G] teeth of your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the [Bm] peak.
You press on into the fin again.
You cannot [A] breathe.
Swallow so much of my damn, now that it chokes [F#] me.
The real risk is not a slip grip at the edge of the [B] peak.
The real danger is just to linger at the face of the [Bm] thing.
I know.
Even if you're living [A] in a blue bone.
You never forget [F#] where you go.
[Bm] Walk, you better [G] learn how to know.
Why [Bm] I wrote this song?
Because I'm straight up buried in the bone.
[A] He polished [F#m] up his paper of a home.
I was only just getting [G] through.
And then I'm going to get home.
Why [Bm] I wrote this song?
Why I wrote this song?
[A] Why I wrote this song?
[F#] Why I wrote this song?
[G] I know, you know, you wrote this
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A
1231
G
2131
F#
134211112
Bm
13421112
B
12341112
A
1231
G
2131
F#
134211112
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm]
I know, even if [A] you're living in broken bones, no one can ever escape all of [F#] your ghosts.
If you walk, you better learn [G] how to run.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
In contrast [F#m] to a really broken home, you polished up this pretty pearl [F#] of a home.
I won't forbade this guy to kill [G] for everyone.
That's why I wrote [B] this song.
[F#m] That's why I wrote this song.
[A] That's why I wrote this song.
[F#] That's why I wrote this song.
[G] I know, you know, what it's all about.
[Bm] She always made the best of deaf and blind.
Fashionable [A] dresser, canes and signs.
Tracing their apparel like a judge of [F#] character and bra.
She never missed a lift up on the line.
Her [G] fingertips are dripping.
It's a bit from time to time.
And this is how [Bm] she's fine.
Secrets to slip the grip.
Overwitten trauma.
[A] Whispered breath, frantic division.
Over milkiness on [F#] fingertips.
And this is just, shit.
Who is [G] this?
_ This is who keeps [B] on.
I know a cane is just a comedy.
Ten cups for cultural [A] crippled honesty.
Slain perceptions, lame deception.
What's [F#] astonishing, we bought it, see.
Every hairy dick in [G] time left a very fickle palms.
Palming a broken [B] promise ring.
You follow me?
A hundred strong men [A] choked on a bit.
While the blind bride guides the bridal [F#] towards the abyss.
And this can only end wrong, [Em] but motherfuck it.
That's the reason why I'm, [Bm]
I'm known.
Even if you're [E] living in a blue bone.
No one can ever locate where [F#] you go.
So if you walk, you better [G] learn how to run.
I wrote [Bm] this song.
I'm afraid of loneliness [A] and broken homes.
I'll shut this pretty [F#] girl in the hole.
I won't go beat this gal again, [G] but everyone.
_ I wrote this song.
Leonel Ture said it, the truth.
[A] He said it, the music.
We're all conquistadors of the [F#] ushers.
What kind of fools are stupid?
You climb a mountain to [G] do it.
Then climb back down to the town without a picture to prove [B] it.
I knew it from the moment I saw your eyes flash [A] wide in the crowd.
But you were cutting money.
It's too late, but [F#] turn back now.
It's when those burnt black [G] clouds submerge the earth in [D] shroud.
The kings earn that [Bm] crown.
This is how we rise by [A] taking a fall.
Survive another winter on [F#] straight to the thaw.
One day you learn to strain the [G] teeth of your teeth.
And maybe find the strength to proceed to the [Bm] peak.
You press on into the fin again.
You cannot [A] breathe.
Swallow so much of my damn, now that it chokes [F#] me.
The real risk is not a slip grip at the edge of the [B] peak.
The real danger is just to linger at the face of the [Bm] thing.
I know.
Even if you're living [A] in a blue bone.
You never forget [F#] where you go.
[Bm] Walk, you better [G] learn how to know.
Why [Bm] I wrote this song?
Because I'm straight up buried in the bone.
[A] He polished [F#m] up his paper of a home.
I was only just getting [G] through.
And then I'm going to get home.
Why [Bm] I wrote this song?
Why I wrote this song?
[A] Why I wrote this song?
[F#] Why I wrote this song?
[G] I know, you know, you wrote this