Love Lines

Intro Riff: G6 - G6/9 - G6 - Em7 x2 [Verso 1] G6 Can somebody come find the love lines on my palm? Cmaj7/G Can they bend my ten fingers, then drag me along? Em9/F# Can somebody unearth what I can't promise is there? C9/G Cmaj7/G Is it me who has to search? Always me who has to bear? [Refrão] Em11/A G6 I open up my chest every time somebody asks me Em9/F# Cmaj7/G In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi Em11/A G6 I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in C9/G Cmaj7/G But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it C9/G Cmaj7/G That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it --Riff-- [Verso 2] G6 I'd rather be a muse than completely overcome Cmaj7/G And I make you dance for me so you'll never think to run Em9/F# It's my fault I get bored before you're close to done C9/G Cmaj7/G Though you're walking out the door, we both know I'm the guilty one [Refrão] Em11/A G6 I open up my chest every time somebody asks me Em9/F# Cmaj7/G In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi Em11/A G6 I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in C9/G Cmaj7/G But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it C9/G Cmaj7/G That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it Interlude Riff: G6 G6/9 G6 Em7 Da - da - da - da - da - da x2 [Ponte] Am So I waste what isn't mine E5+/D And I mourn what never was Em And I tell myself I'm waiting Em9/F# G6 For the right reason to come Am I waste what little time E5+/D We're given 'til it's gone D/F# And I pencil-draw the lines Em9/F# G6 On my wide and waiting home [Refrão] G6 Cmaj7/G I open up my chest every time somebody asks me Em9/F# Cmaj7/G In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi Em11/A G6 I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in C9/G Cmaj7/G But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left Em11/A G6 I open up my chest every time somebody asks me Em9/F# Cmaj7/G In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi Em11/A G6 I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in C9/G Cmaj7/G But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it C9/G Cmaj7/G That language is long dead, and I fear no one's left