Violins (US) - Stare Down The Walls

      [Verse]
Am
Beer cans rolling on the ceiling of the Rabbit
C
Clatter round the spot where a hobby turns to habit
       A                   C                    E
And my only son, looking no more confused than usual

A
We spin slowly with Samaritans approaching
C#m
Orange slices

Mothering and coaching
        A                                        E
But I'm hanging from my safety belt on the median


[Pre-Chorus]
A
Bold lover
     B                              E
The stakes threw the brakes on the vain
                   C#m                 A
Old mixture of clarity, impurity, and pain
              B
Descends on a humbled heart
        E             C#m
Like a slow trail of glue
       B            A#m
Before I answer you
           A                  E
I'm gonna stare down the walls


[Chorus]
               A
Stare down the walls
    B                  C#m
And stare through the floors
       E         F#
Until new light pours
            A               B
Through the holes burned by eyes
          A
Burned by eyes


[Verse]
    B
The Bank of England and the banks of the muddy
C#m
Land of Lincoln and your sweet understudy
    A
All denied me
            B
They can't define me
    E
The House of Usher and the House of Ashanti
C#m                       B
Renaud, Ranz, Burlington, Cannon, Morse, Laconte
A
Understand me
                 B       C#m
Tell me how this can be


[Pre-Chorus]

Gold rubber
 F#m                            E
Snakes through the links on the chain

Light fixtures
C#m                    B    A
Burn their silhouettes into my brain
                 B
I can't look you in the eye
         E           C#m
I've got thinking to do
       E        A
Before I answer you
          A                   E
I'm gonna stare down the walls


[Chorus]
               A
Stare down the walls
     B                 C#m
And stare through the floors
      E                F#
And push those two by fours
            A             B
Through the holes burned by eyes
          A    B
Burned by eyes
  E
I know what I'll see when the sun finally rises
  C#m
A courtroom scene without shame or compromises
       A                    B                   E
And my only son, looking no more confused than used