Intro: C F G x2 Verse 1: C F G It’s best this mess is part of the plan C F G The truth is moving under the ground Am G F Dm You’re sure the steering wheel is resting in your hands C F G C F G Tough to say
Verse 2: C F G You think success belongs to the bank C F G You take directions into the skin Am G F Dm A An ancient motor revving up to keep it living on Chorus: Dm A Strings tied to the hands C G Hands upon a mouth Dm A Strings tied to the hands C G Hands upon a mouth Dm A Strings tied to the hands C G Hands upon a mouth N.C. Sneaky ways, sneaky ways Verse 3: C F G The path is written before the act C F G A mode of growing seems like a choice Am G F Dm C F G It feels like progress is a product of a hidden game C F G What obeys Verse 4: C F G You measure hits by stuff in the house C F G It’s more sincerely smiles on the face Am G F Dm A The instinct leads you if you do or if you don’t want Chorus: Dm A Tackle on a neck C G Trapped within the ring Dm A Tackle on a neck C G Trapped within the ring Dm A Tackle on a neck C G Trapped within the ring Outro: C F G Tough to say C F G What obeys C F G Sneaky ways C F G C