The Messenger

Em Am There are fleeting fits of reason between the sleeping and the drinks B7 Em Where a million different sensory experiences blink Em Am And it??s there within the momentary darkness you can breathe Cmaj7 B7 Em Be a form without reflection or debris Em Am There are bloody bouts of tenderness against the bonds of fear B7 Em Facing combat everlasting, vultures circle ever near Em Am Now they??re placing bets deciding who will be the first to feast Cmaj7 B7 Em We can flood the battlefield with something weak Am Em Barrel chested bankers buying billboards by the score Am B7 Placing all their eggs in baskets made of future funeral wars Em Am Now their children fight in microcosmic mirrors of their game Cmaj7 B7 Em And the messenger will always be to blame Em Am There are centuries of seasons turning white to green to brown B7 Em Cycling through each sort of sequence, turning temperaments around Em Am These incessant spinning seasons making dizzy all our days Cmaj7 B7 Em We??ll succumb to something stranger anyway Cmaj7 B7 Em Some disaster in a story ending brand new day Am Em Barrel chested bankers buying billboards by the score Am B7 Placing all their eggs in baskets made of future funeral wars Em Am Now their children fight in microcosmic mirrors of their game Cmaj7 B7 Em And the messenger will always be to blame Cmaj7 B7 Em And the messenger will always be to blame