Bitter Stream

[Verso 1]
 
Em                              Am 
This is just no place for me to be. 
    Em                              Am 
But this may just not be my time to go. 
Dm                                    Am 
Traveling long on a pilgrimage to the Badlands. 
Dm                                           C 
Drowning neath a heap of tears that my eyes spilled 
                    Dm                    Am 
The innocence was killed, the emptiness unfilled. 
         Em                          Am 
And its just another cross under a lab coat. 
         Em                             Am                       C             Am 
And its just another thought lost in a stream of bitter consciousness. 
 


[Verso 2]
 
Em                              Am 
This is just no place for me to be. 
      Em                                Am 
And I think it just might be my time to go. 
Dm                       Am 
Living orchestrated by a vanity, 
Dm                            C 
Gloating in the damage it had done. 
                        Dm                          Am 
Theres nowhere left to run; your wings melt in the sun. 
         Em                         Am 
And its just another cross under a lab coat. 
         Em                             Am                        C             Am 
And its just another thought lost in a stream of bitter consciousness. 
 


[Verso 3]
 
Em                              Am 
This is just no place for me to be. 
      Em                                Am 
And I know that this must be my time to go. 
Dm                               Am 
A painless death mocks a painful life. 
  Dm                                  C 
A cancer running through my blood and bones 
                   Dm                            Am 
The doctor changes tones, and yields to sorrowed moans. 
         Em                             Am 
And its just another cross under a lab coat. 
         Em                             Am                        C 
And its just another thought lost in a stream of bitter consciousness. 
 


[Ponte]
 
                Am 
I wonder if Im ever going to grow up, 
         C                         Dm                G                C 
If shes ever going to show up and if her love might make me less the fool. 
 


[Verso 4]
 
        Em 
And the preacher prays...on the weak and small 
        Am 
And the scientist wont say a thing at all 
           Em 
From his agnostic haze and irresolute daze 
            Am      Em            Am 
And I dont know if I can wait to go. 
         Em                         Am 
And its just another cross under a lab coat. 
         Em                               Am 
And its just another thought lost in the stream.