Bm7 F#m E7
ghost calls to visit with my keys in his pocket
Bm7 F#m E7
kisses in my mouth with his eyes hanging out of his sockets
Bm7 F#m E7
my memories crumble under still resistance
Bm7 F#m E7
i was torn out like pages from the book of existence
F#m Em F#m
i woke up in a strange place
D F#m
my mind a blur and some blood on my chin
Em F#m
i made a call for a blackened cab
D F#m
some destination was moving on in
Bm F#m
i remember the words that you told me,
G#m F#m
how they come down so hard, so plain
Em Bm7
fate is going to find your love in a glass of champagne
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