Chords for Movements - Full Circle (Live at Studio 4)
Tempo:
80.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#
E
C#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
I'm tearing apart [A] at the seams,
Cause I've met these holes in my jeans.
Baby, my skin is stained [E] as I bleed.
We've all [F#] seen the great scene.
[A] Lost and turned in this concrete bed,
And in the morning I'll try again,
Pray for [E] something to ease my dread.
[F#] End up with trembling limbs and
Sped in this [A] wheel of Xanax.
There's not a solace in the world that could mend this.
Everything will repeat [E] in the end.
It's not a matter of if,
[F#] It's what this is happening for.
It'll [G#] happen in time.
[A] [A] It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, it's [A] clinical.
To have myself in the [C#] under-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
[F#]
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[A] Forget it,
[C#m] [C#] [A]
[C#m] [B] Back to [A] that needle.
[C#m] I've had enough of this blood.
[C#] I wanna [A] breathe life into my lungs again.
Clear [C#m] the mind that blocks [B] my head.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] When the weight is crushing me.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] So fight [B] this fear,
[E]
Until it comes around [A] again.
It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, [E] it's clinical.
To have myself in the under [C#]-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced [E] chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
[E]
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[C#] Yet, [A] [G#] [C#]
[E] inside that maze that I swore would be my last.
[C#] And spend months walking on this broken glass.
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that
Maybe someday [E] I'd get back to who I used [A] to be.
The one I used to [G#] see in the mirror.
[C#] Instead of this misery.
And to rid myself of the cloud that would rain down.
And cause me to [C#] slip back into my apathy.
That I know eventually, [A] it's [G#] gonna come around.
And [C#] maybe it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.
And the results will be profound.
Because instead of feeling corner of the corners of [C#] my mouth.
Will start to point out, instead of being [E] anchored down.
I'm tearing apart [A] at the seams,
Cause I've met these holes in my jeans.
Baby, my skin is stained [E] as I bleed.
We've all [F#] seen the great scene.
[A] Lost and turned in this concrete bed,
And in the morning I'll try again,
Pray for [E] something to ease my dread.
[F#] End up with trembling limbs and
Sped in this [A] wheel of Xanax.
There's not a solace in the world that could mend this.
Everything will repeat [E] in the end.
It's not a matter of if,
[F#] It's what this is happening for.
It'll [G#] happen in time.
[A] [A] It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, it's [A] clinical.
To have myself in the [C#] under-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
[F#]
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[A] Forget it,
[C#m] [C#] [A]
[C#m] [B] Back to [A] that needle.
[C#m] I've had enough of this blood.
[C#] I wanna [A] breathe life into my lungs again.
Clear [C#m] the mind that blocks [B] my head.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] When the weight is crushing me.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] So fight [B] this fear,
[E]
Until it comes around [A] again.
It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, [E] it's clinical.
To have myself in the under [C#]-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced [E] chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
[E]
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[C#] Yet, [A] [G#] [C#]
[E] inside that maze that I swore would be my last.
[C#] And spend months walking on this broken glass.
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that
Maybe someday [E] I'd get back to who I used [A] to be.
The one I used to [G#] see in the mirror.
[C#] Instead of this misery.
And to rid myself of the cloud that would rain down.
And cause me to [C#] slip back into my apathy.
That I know eventually, [A] it's [G#] gonna come around.
And [C#] maybe it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.
And the results will be profound.
Because instead of feeling corner of the corners of [C#] my mouth.
Will start to point out, instead of being [E] anchored down.
Key:
A
C#
E
C#m
F#
A
C#
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
I'm tearing apart [A] at the seams,
Cause I've met these holes in my jeans.
Baby, my skin is stained [E] as I bleed.
We've all [F#] seen the great scene.
[A] Lost and turned in this concrete bed,
And in the morning I'll try again,
Pray for [E] something to ease my dread.
[F#] End up with trembling limbs and
Sped in this [A] wheel of Xanax.
There's not a solace in the world that could mend this.
Everything will repeat [E] in the end.
It's not a matter of if,
[F#] It's what this is happening for.
It'll [G#] happen in time.
[A] _ _ [A] It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, it's [A] clinical.
To have myself in the [C#] under-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
_ [F#] _
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[A] Forget it,
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] Back to [A] that needle. _
_ [C#m] I've had enough of this blood.
[C#] I wanna [A] breathe life into my lungs again.
Clear [C#m] the mind that blocks [B] my head.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] When the weight is crushing me.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] So fight [B] this fear,
_ [E] _ _
_ _ Until it comes around [A] again.
It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, [E] it's clinical.
To have myself in the under [C#]-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced [E] chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
_ [E] _
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
_ [C#] Yet, [A] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] inside that maze that I swore would be my last.
[C#] And spend months walking on this broken glass.
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that
Maybe someday [E] I'd get back to who I used [A] to be.
The one I used to [G#] see in the mirror.
[C#] Instead of this misery.
And to rid myself of the cloud that would rain down.
And cause me to [C#] slip back into my apathy.
That I know eventually, [A] it's [G#] gonna come around.
And [C#] maybe it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.
And the results will be profound.
Because instead of feeling corner of the corners of [C#] my mouth.
Will start to point out, instead of being [E] anchored down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
I'm tearing apart [A] at the seams,
Cause I've met these holes in my jeans.
Baby, my skin is stained [E] as I bleed.
We've all [F#] seen the great scene.
[A] Lost and turned in this concrete bed,
And in the morning I'll try again,
Pray for [E] something to ease my dread.
[F#] End up with trembling limbs and
Sped in this [A] wheel of Xanax.
There's not a solace in the world that could mend this.
Everything will repeat [E] in the end.
It's not a matter of if,
[F#] It's what this is happening for.
It'll [G#] happen in time.
[A] _ _ [A] It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, it's [A] clinical.
To have myself in the [C#] under-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
_ [F#] _
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
[A] Forget it,
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [C#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] Back to [A] that needle. _
_ [C#m] I've had enough of this blood.
[C#] I wanna [A] breathe life into my lungs again.
Clear [C#m] the mind that blocks [B] my head.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] When the weight is crushing me.
Without [A] a struggle there can't be progress.
[C#m] So fight [B] this fear,
_ [E] _ _
_ _ Until it comes around [A] again.
It comes in waves and [B] unfolds alone.
It's not subjective, [E] it's clinical.
To have myself in the under [C#]-tow
Of all [F#] my imbalanced [E] chemicals.
And this cycle [B] comes full circle.
_ [E] _
This cycle [C#m] comes full circle.
_ [C#] Yet, [A] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] inside that maze that I swore would be my last.
[C#] And spend months walking on this broken glass.
Just to tiptoe towards the thought that
Maybe someday [E] I'd get back to who I used [A] to be.
The one I used to [G#] see in the mirror.
[C#] Instead of this misery.
And to rid myself of the cloud that would rain down.
And cause me to [C#] slip back into my apathy.
That I know eventually, [A] it's [G#] gonna come around.
And [C#] maybe it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it.
And the results will be profound.
Because instead of feeling corner of the corners of [C#] my mouth.
Will start to point out, instead of being [E] anchored down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _