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