Am
Take a step off of that silver bird from your planet

And you brought a little bit of that cold with you

Now ring me out like you would your bastarding father

And you're so quick to stick to that scum

Hungry like a piranha

F               G          
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am    
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning
F     G         Em       Am 
  Before you poured your elements 
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the bottom of it all

Am
Seal your lips with the black stitch of a secret

Parade with that speechless dryness of the desert

Lay flat under the lime light you feed off all the fiction

Cold callus and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands

C                          Am
Kiss your son, now kiss your bible
C                           
You know I never wanted to see your face
Am
Oh I just won't believe it

F               G          
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am    
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning
F     G         Em       Am 
  Before you poured your elements 
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the bottom of it all

C
You're sinking, you're sinking

F               G          
Swallow a little of that sea
Em                 Am    
Now taste a little bit of that salt in me
F               G
Throw up a little of it on your knees
Am
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning
F     G         Em       Am 
  Before you poured your elements 
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the bottom of it all
     
F     G         Em       Am 
  Before you poured your elements 
F   G      Am
A.. way... now sink back to the bottom of it all