(Document Begin) |-----------------| |TURN ON THE LIGHT| |-----------------| Tabbed out by Par Svensson FF D C G D I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket D C G D He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high D C G D I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system D C G D And when it flickered out we laid him down to die D F G I turn on the light, C G F Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights D F G A beacon in the night, C G F I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry DFG FF D C G D And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses D C G D And equip it with just a million tiny suns D C G D I'll install upon the roof of my compartment D C G D And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls D F G Then I'll turn on the light, C G F Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights D F G A beacon in the night, C G F I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry DFG FF D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo") And I'll D G C F Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle D G C F Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night D G C F Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration D C G D Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight DFG (Document End)