Into It. Over It. - Young Lungs

      [Intro]

 E                   A
I've conjured up a plan,
       Cm7      F#7
as a sentimental man,
      Am                  E
to destroy our things in style.
 E                                A
It involves our belongings in a pile,
               Cm7        F#7  
some lighter fluid and a smile,
           Am                                 E     
and some matches with "Chicago" inscribed on every stick.


[Verse]

 E                                  A
Strangers could see the flames for miles
              Cm7              F#7
-- from any highway or any hilltop --
          Am                        
and we'd pass out as the smoke billows
     C      Bm       E    
and spills into our young lungs.


[Pre-Chorus]

 E                                 A
With what strength that we'd have left
               Cm7             F#7  
we'd save each others final breaths
       Am                       E
for a distressed phone call to 9-1-1
                       A
and in minutes they'd arrive,
     Cm7              F#7
horrified at what they might find.


[Chorus]

       Am      Gbm    Am        Gbm
It'd be you and I and a pile of ashes
         C       Bm             E          
hand in hand and in each others arms,
         C       Bm             E
hand in hand and in each others arms,
         C       Bm             E
hand in hand and in each others arms...


[Bridge]

 Cm7                F#7
but it's not that bad.
      C
They revived me on the scene
             A               E
and took my temperature and pulse
             Cm7                         F#7       
and while the handsome paramedic gave you mouth-to-mouth,
          A
I bit my tongue
                   C    Bm    E
in hopes they could save your life, 
                   C    Bm    E
in hopes they could save your life. 


     C       Bm      C        Bm
Just you and I and a pile of ashes
         C       Bm             E
hand in hand and in each others arms.


[Outro] 

     E                   A
In a week when we look back,
         Cm7             F#7
we'll be bandaged up, but laugh it off. 
          Am
And your skin might be thicker and my stuff, it might be gone, 
                C       Bm                         E
but we'll have crammed everything we need in this song. 
            C              Bm               E
We'll have everything we'd need inside this song. 
      C      Bm       C       Bm
Just you and I and a pile of ashes 
         C       Bm              E
hand in hand and in each others arms.