Misc Unsigned Bands - Rezonate - canvas

^AmTuning out of ^Dmstarlight the innocent lif^Cetime flickers and fl^Gashes onto a canvas, no^F. nobody seems ^Amworth it, while the feeling's sophist^Emicated, the view is so res^Gtrained, the past is nearing ^Fcloser and closer I ^Amfear, so let's just cut the ^Gbullsh*t, and tell me who's i^Fndependent, thumbs t^Gwiddling and your life's escaping your ^Ammind keep in m^Gind that the ^Fair aint free as it used to be but that's ^Gquite alright when you're ^Dmstill eighteen. It ^Amseems, to ^Gbe. And I'll tell you who's over^Frated, what's a ^Gbeautiful person with some hideous dreams? ^{Am G} While the lining isn't ^Fsilver, we're ^Gverging on the side of the road that'll take us home ( Am G ) Dm G The edge of us is getting weighed. Read about your life in the local paper. ( Am ) G G Realise, the end of us is getting near, you're just a ^Fdroplet of paint trickled off your canvas ^Amdelirious illusions flowing backwards through a river of ^Gcolour while we analyse and try see it clearer ^Dmsecretly appealing to a lonely prisoner. ^GAnd now what's your vision? ^AmInitiate your shading blend the universe in t^Gime. It only gets a little easier, ^Fsuddenly piece yourself back together now. ^GSo what's your vision?

^Flet it coll^Capse, into the a^Ambyss, in the ^Gmidst of summer it won't exist ^FThis empti^Cness, it's just a ^Amblank slate, ^Gwaiting for a painter to interfere ^FIt's quite com^Cplex, but what do ^AmI know? ^C