Chords for How To Explain - The Cat Empire

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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] When [A] a room becomes an altar, and what peace that must exist,
It flies with music from our lips, and steals [Dm] our kiss,
And blows it out into [A] the mist, Where castles stand on cliffs and cobbled streets,
They wind and drift, and moves are made of separate sheets,
[Dm] This place where [Bb] skies are low and [A] birds are good,
We went to sleep in day, and woke again the same day,
[Gm] We have made the trip to time, I [Dm] won't find the hours,
That the clocks cannot [A] define,
Now as I looked up from that stage, I felt a thing that [Gm] had been made,
And how it raged, [Bb] and how it raged,
[C] How to [Gm] explain, something makes me howl and [C] shiver to the core,
[F] Oh outside if it was raining, [Gm] and then inside there'd be [C] a storm,
We've [Dm] got our pair of hands for climbing, and our pair of knees [C] to spring,
And [Dm] our pair of balls for strength, and [Gm] our pair of legs [C] to sing,
And [F] these simple chords, that [Gm] say music is [Bb] the language of our soul,
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[A] _ _ I [Bb] do write [A] these songs, it's to be written,
Oh that chorus always knows what [Gm] is in store,
And what is more, the [Dm] thing that sings us, [Bb] is the thing that [A] makes us roar,
I felt the beast kiss on my neck, we clapped our hands and heard them [D] spread,
There was a trumpet and [Dm] a call, I felt [Bb] like a Spaniard scream for more,
[A] Music is the language of our soul, music is the language of our soul,
Music is the language of our soul, music [G] is the language of our soul, _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ I [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] _ _
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[A] _ _ find [Gm] it hard to speak emotional, [C] cause these things are the things that [F] can't be said,
And when it's struck it [Gm] strikes a memory from our [C] heads,
[F] Once I wrote to place to be immortal for a night,
[Dm] And despite the unknown hours, something [Gm] happens when the light turns [F] out the light,
Then we fade and [Gm] yawn to music, that's the language [C] of our soul, _ _
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[D] _ _ [C] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [G] _ _
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