The Space Between Our Eyes (ACOUSTIC SESSION) - SayWeCanFly Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Chords
Tempo:
88.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#m
E
Em
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [C#m]
[B] [C#m]
[B] [C#m]
[B]
[C#m] I [B] can't fix it all but I'll hold your hand [C#m] until the headlights crack and we drive that
verse [B] for the graves in the yard of this New Jersey [C#m] church.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of knives is [B] the pain that I feel from the thorns
inside [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds my illusions together.
[E] And they entered a home for all the [E] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[E] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [C#m] we?
We'll have to try, [C#m] won't we?
[B]
[C#m] Singing to you in the back of my car, the [B] lights flash red and the door is ajar.
I [C#m] can't tell you the truth but the truth is much [B] worse so I'll tell you a lie and you'll
never be [C#m] hurt.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of fine is [B] the joy that I feel from your hands
on my side [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds
my delusions together.
[E] And they entered a home [B] for all the [A] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[A] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [E] we?
[B] We'll have to try, won't we?
[C#] You should just let [E] this go but I can't tell you [C#] so.
No I can't [Em] and I won't.
No I can't and I won't.
You should just let this go but I can't tell you so.
No I can't and I won't.
No [B] I can't and I [E] won't.
They entered a home [B] for all the [E] things that tear us up [Em] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been [Em] here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [Em] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to learn [Em] to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [Em] a reason for our lives.
[E]
Well I guess we'll have to [B] try, won't we?
[B] [C#m]
[B] [C#m]
[B]
[C#m] I [B] can't fix it all but I'll hold your hand [C#m] until the headlights crack and we drive that
verse [B] for the graves in the yard of this New Jersey [C#m] church.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of knives is [B] the pain that I feel from the thorns
inside [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds my illusions together.
[E] And they entered a home for all the [E] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[E] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [C#m] we?
We'll have to try, [C#m] won't we?
[B]
[C#m] Singing to you in the back of my car, the [B] lights flash red and the door is ajar.
I [C#m] can't tell you the truth but the truth is much [B] worse so I'll tell you a lie and you'll
never be [C#m] hurt.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of fine is [B] the joy that I feel from your hands
on my side [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds
my delusions together.
[E] And they entered a home [B] for all the [A] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[A] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [E] we?
[B] We'll have to try, won't we?
[C#] You should just let [E] this go but I can't tell you [C#] so.
No I can't [Em] and I won't.
No I can't and I won't.
You should just let this go but I can't tell you so.
No I can't and I won't.
No [B] I can't and I [E] won't.
They entered a home [B] for all the [E] things that tear us up [Em] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been [Em] here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [Em] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to learn [Em] to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [Em] a reason for our lives.
[E]
Well I guess we'll have to [B] try, won't we?
Key:
B
C#m
E
Em
C#
B
C#m
E
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_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ I [B] can't fix it all but I'll hold your hand [C#m] until the headlights crack and we drive that
verse [B] for the graves in the yard of this New Jersey [C#m] church.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of knives is [B] the pain that I feel from the thorns
inside [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds my illusions together.
[E] And they entered a home for all the [E] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[E] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [C#m] we? _ _
_ _ _ We'll have to try, [C#m] won't we?
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] Singing to you in the back of my car, the [B] lights flash red and the door is ajar.
I [C#m] can't tell you the truth but the truth is much [B] worse so I'll tell you a lie and you'll
never be [C#m] hurt.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of fine is [B] the joy that I feel from your hands
on my side [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds
my delusions together.
[E] And they entered a home [B] for all the [A] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[A] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [E] we? _ _
[B] _ _ _ We'll have to try, won't we? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] You should just let [E] this go but I can't tell you [C#] so.
No I can't [Em] and I won't.
No I can't and I won't.
You should just let this go but I can't tell you so.
No I can't and I won't.
No [B] I can't and I [E] won't.
They entered a home [B] for all the [E] things that tear us up [Em] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been [Em] here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [Em] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to learn [Em] to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [Em] a reason for our lives.
[E]
Well I guess we'll have to [B] try, won't we? _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ I [B] can't fix it all but I'll hold your hand [C#m] until the headlights crack and we drive that
verse [B] for the graves in the yard of this New Jersey [C#m] church.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of knives is [B] the pain that I feel from the thorns
inside [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds my illusions together.
[E] And they entered a home for all the [E] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[E] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [C#m] we? _ _
_ _ _ We'll have to try, [C#m] won't we?
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] Singing to you in the back of my car, the [B] lights flash red and the door is ajar.
I [C#m] can't tell you the truth but the truth is much [B] worse so I'll tell you a lie and you'll
never be [C#m] hurt.
And the closest I've come to the feeling of fine is [B] the joy that I feel from your hands
on my side [C#m] because they broke right through your sweater and [B] rip the fabric that holds
my delusions together.
[E] And they entered a home [B] for all the [A] things that tear us up [B] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [B] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to [B] learn to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [B] a reason for our lives.
[A] Well I guess we'll [B] have to try, won't [E] we? _ _
[B] _ _ _ We'll have to try, won't we? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] You should just let [E] this go but I can't tell you [C#] so.
No I can't [Em] and I won't.
No I can't and I won't.
You should just let this go but I can't tell you so.
No I can't and I won't.
No [B] I can't and I [E] won't.
They entered a home [B] for all the [E] things that tear us up [Em] from seam to [C#m] seam.
There's a space between our eyes.
[B] I never would have been [Em] here otherwise [E] and I suppose it worth [Em] our broken [E] wings.
We'll have to learn [Em] to use our [C#m] feet and maybe we will find [Em] a reason for our lives.
[E]
Well I guess we'll have to [B] try, won't we? _ _
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