Accords et paroles Perfect Symmetry Keane

Perfect Symmetry

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  Intro :     | |     |     |
 I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
 Scrolling through the paragraphs
 Clicking through the photographs
 I wish I could make sense of what we do
 Burning down the capitals
 The wisest of the animals
 Who are you ?
 What are you living for ?
 Tooth for tooth
 Maybe we'll go one more
 This life   
 is lived in perfect symmetry
 What I do     
 That will be done to me
 Read page after page of analysis
 Looking for the final score
 We're no closer than we were before
 Who are you ?
 What are you fighting for ?
 Holy truth
 Brother I choose this mortal...
 ...life  
 lived in perfect symmetry
 What I do  
 That will be done to me
 As the needle
 slips into the run-out groove
 Love
 Maybe you'll feel it too
 And maybe you'll find life is unkind
 And over so soon
 There is no golden gate
 There's no heaven waiting for you
 Oh boy you oughta leave this town
 Get out while you can
 The meter's running down        
 The voices in the streets you love
 Everything is better when you hear that shout
 Woah !
 Woah !
 Woah !
 CHOIR :
 Spineless dreamers
 Hide in churches
 Pieces of pieces of
 Rush hour buses
 I dream in e-mails
 Worn-out phrases
 Mile after mile of just
 Empty pages
 Wrap yourself around me
 Wrap yourself around me    
 As the needle
 slips into the run-out groove
 Maybe you'll feel it too
 Maybe you'll feel it too
 Spineless dreamers (Maybe you'll feel it too)
 Hide in churches (Maybe you'll feel it too)
 Pieces of pieces of
 Rush hour buses        
 I dream in e-mails
 Worn-out phrases
 Mile after mile of just
 Empty pages             

Perfect Symmetry

Keane