The Fine Art of Hanging On

Intro - C Am F G C C Dm In the madness an Island, another lame animal G F Defeating the odds with a fistful of avalon G Am The pages are angels narrating the downfall C F G The blood in the vein is all that we've ever known C Dm If there's nothing above us and nothing below us G F And nothing between us, then how do I get over that? G Am A failure a saviour, the fine art of hanging on C F G Has whipped us to lift a life from the remnants G C F G C F And we put it all together, a port in the eye of the storm F G Am C F Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low? F G C La, La, La la la la la C Dm We were boarding the tall ships, eclipsing Oblivion G F Deciding it all sang a Whole new significance G Am It's made in the waiting, afloat on a reservoir C F G It's borne us to form a start from an ending G C F G C F And we put it all together, a port in the eye of the storm F G Am C F Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low? F G C Am La, La, La la la la la la la F G C La, La, La la la la la G Am C F C Does it pain you that the flame we thought would grow now burns so low? Instrumental - G C F G GCF FGACF FGCAm FGCFCaj7