[Verse]
F#m6              C#7               F#m 
Breathing in the dark, lying on its side 
F#m6             C#7               F#m 
The ruins of the day painted with a scar 
F#m6                      C#7                      F#m 
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try 
F#m6                  C#7                 F#m 
The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time, oh
[Chorus]
Bm   C#m             A       D         C#m     Bm 
  Forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain 
     C#m               A       D     C#m  Bm 
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away 
     C#m             A         D     Bm 
When you get out of bed don't end up stranded 
  C#                       C#7 
Horrified with each stone, on the stage my little dark age
[Instrumental]
F#m x4
[Verse]
F#m6                  C#7                 F#m 
Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby 
F#m6                 C#7                 F#m 
The carvings on the face say they find it hard 
F#m6                      C#7                 F#m 
And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise 
F#m6                 C#7               F#m 
The humor's not the same coming from denial, oh
[Chorus]
Bm   C#m        A       D         C#m     Bm 
  I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange 
   C#m               A       D     C#m  Bm 
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away 
    C#m             A       D     Bm 
If you get out of bed and find me standing 
 C#                    C#7 
All alone, open-eyed, burn the page my little dark age
[Instrumental]
F#m C#m7 B7 Bdim F#m C#7 F#m C#7 x2
[Chorus]
Bm   C#m         A        D  C#m          Bm 
  I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange 
     C#m             A          D    C#m  Bm 
You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away 
   C#m           A          D       Bm 
If I get out of bed You'll see me standing 
  C#                   C#7 
all alone, Horrified, On the stage My little dark age
[Instrumental]
F#m x4 
[Bridge]
F#m6         C#7 
Giddy with delight 
                  F#m 
Seeing what's to come 
F#m6            C#7 
The image of the dead 
                F#m 
Dead ends in my mind
[Chorus]
Bm   C#m              A           D     C#m      Bm 
  Policemen swear to god love's seeping from the guns 
   C#m                A          D     C#m      Bm 
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run 
     C#m           A         D       Bm 
If you get out of bed, come find us heading 
  C#                            C#7 
For the bridge, bring a stone, all the rage my little dark age
[Chorus]
Bm   C#m        A       D         C#m     Bm 
  I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange 
   C#m               A       D     C#m  Bm 
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away 
    C#m             A       D     Bm 
If you get out of bed and find me standing 
 C#                    C#7 
All alone, open-eyed, burn the page my little dark age