The Wonder Years - Stained Glass Ceilings

      
 
 Verse 1 
 
 
                E   
 Like a burning monk
                                  C#m 
 You're my light flare out in the dark
                            G#m 
 You're my constant call to arms
 
 Took the blindfold off
        A                                       E 
 They'd left chalk outlines where the future was
                       C#m      
 It's a goddamn war of attrition
                            G#m 
 It's a death by a thousand cuts
                                       A     
 And if these motherf**kers made it to heaven
 
 They burned the bridge when they got across
 
 Chorus 1 
 
 
                   E      
 They're gathering anchors
                   B   
 They're gathering rope
               A               
 You push into heaven all alone
                       E     
 They're grabbing your ankles
                    B 
 They won't let you go
                 A           
 The ebb and the distant flow
                      B        
 They're cutting your wings off
                           A            
 Built you ceilings out of stained glass
 
 Verse 2 
 
 
          E                     C#m         
 Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee
                       G#m      
 The wound will close eventually
                    A                                   E 
 You'll stay as a reminder of how f**ked this world can be
                        C#m    
 Held your funeral on a Tuesday
                       G#m 
 Holy waters, November cold
                        A      
 The kid who pulled the trigger
 
 Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope
 
 Chorus 2 
 
 
           E                      B   
 All these bastards are gathering rope
               A               
 You push into heaven all alone
                       E     
 They're grabbing your ankles
                    B 
 They won't let you go
                 A           
 The ebb and the distant flow
                      B        
 They're cutting your wings off
                            A            
 Built your ceilings out of stained glass
                        B        
 They were cutting your wings off
       A                       
 I was staring at my idle hands
                       C#m      
 Maybe I could've done something
                         A         
 Maybe I could've made a difference
 
 Interlude 
 
 
 B A x4
 
 Bridge 1 
 
 
 Soupy 
 
 
 C#m                      A                         
 John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun
                         E                              
 Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems
 
 Like it's an arms race
                              C#m 
 Like death don't mean nothing
                                   A   
 To know the heavy price of living poor
                                       E     
 Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner
 
 Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America
 
 Bridge 2 
 
 
 Jason Aalon Butler 
 
 
               C#m                                        A                    
 If everyone's built the same then how come building's so f**king hard for you?
                      E            
 It's something we're all born into
                C#m       
 Nothing's left up to gray
                         A                       
 It's black or white and sometimes black and blue
                      E                   B 
 It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh
 C#m                        
 Now I know what's in a name
 
 Not just my father
       A                            
 Three-fifths a man makes half of me
 
 Why should I bother?
 
 Soupy 
 
 
 E                                B   
 Merchants of misery stacking the deck
 
 f**k your John Waynes
 
 f**k your God complex
 
 Jason Aalon Butler 
 
 
        C#m                      
 I have everything in front of me
                      A    
 But can't reach far enough
 
 To touch those fever dreams
                E 
 They call America
 
 I am the ghetto's chosen one
                        B  
 The privileged bastard son
 
 Outro 
 
 
                   C#m    
 They're gathering anchors
                   B   
 They're gathering rope
               A               
 You push into heaven all alone
                   E      
 They're gathering anchors
                   B   
 They're gathering rope
               A               
 You push into heaven all alone
 
 No, all alone
 
 End 
 
 
 C#m