Phantom Limb Chords

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Capo 1

G                C
Foals in winter coats
                    Am
White girls of the North,
F               C
File past one, five and one,
               C
They are the fabled lambs 
     D
a Sunday ham,
             Am
the ancient snow

                 G               C
And they could float above the grass
               G    
in circles if they tried
    F              C
A latent power I know they hide

              C      
To keep some hope alive
        D         
that a girl like I
           Am
could ever try,
            G
Could ever try

   Em         C               D
So we just skirt the hallway sides
                 Em
A phantom and a fly
E           C                D    
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection

G                  C
A week of rolling eyes,
                          Am
and cheap shots from the trite,

F                                 C
And we're off to Nemarca's porch again,
           C
Another afternoon
            D
with the goathead tunes,
      Am
And pilfered booze.

             G                   C
We wander through her mamma's house
                   G
The milk from the window lights
         F             C
Family portrait circa '95

              C
This is that foreign land 
        D         
of the sprayed-on tans
                  Am
And it all feels fine
              G
Be it silk or slime

Em             C               D
So, when they tap our Monday heads
                  Em
To zombie-walk in our stead,
E               C                 D    
This town seems hardly worth our time

     Em        C                  D
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
                       Em
Too far along in our climb

           E             C             D
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection


G     C               D
Oooh waooooooo waooooooo
(repeat 4x)


Em            C                D
So when they tap our Sunday heads
                 Em
To zombie-walk in our stead,
 E               C                 D    
This town seems hardly worth our time

    Em         C                  D
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
                       Em
Too far along in our crime,

           E            C             D
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection


G     C               D
Oooh waooooooo waooooooo
(repeat to fade 8x)