Fake Problems - Busy Bees

      
 
 easy sh*t.
 
 Busy Bee
 
 C G 
  
          F                        
 I could hear songs from the trees.
 All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me.
 But when I sang along, they all changed their harmonies
                                                             F 
 with hymns of persuasion, I was blown away with the leaves, 
                 G                       F        Asus4 
 and forced to a conclusion about the path ahead. 
            G            F                     F           Asus4 
 I an*lyzed the consequences of the future of my direction.
           F               G            C 
 And I'll go until these bones don't go.
 
 If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest.
 Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath.
 And in her words I could see a thoughtful line,
                                                 F 
 if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crime
             G                     F              Asus4 
 that I've perpetrated, and I'm who it's against. 
         C                      G 
 Living life in constant motion 
         F                       Am 
 is the only way I'll be content.
           F             G               C 
 And I'll go until this body doesn??t go.