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