Phantom Limb by Shins PHANTOM LIMB A Frozen into coats, D Bm… White girls of the North, G D… Fire past one, fire the one, D The are the fabled lambs, E A Sunday ham, Bm The ancient snow. A D And they can float above the grass, A In circles if they tried, G D… A latent power I know they hide, D To keep some hope alive, E Bb… That a girl like I could ever try, A Could ever try. Fm D So we just skirt the hallway signs, E Fm A phantom and a fly, Fm D Follow the lines and wonder why E There's no connection. A And weakened falling eyes, D Bm… In cheap shots from the tribe, G D… And we're often in Marcus' porch again, D Another afternoon E With the gold head tunes, Bb And pilfered booze. A D We wandered through your mama's house, A And the milk from the window lights, G D… Family portrait circa ninety-five, D This is that foreign land, E With the sprayed on tans, Bm And it all feels fine, A Beat it circa slime, Fm D So, when they tap our mundane heads, E Fm To zombie-walk in our stead, Fm D E This town seems hardly worth our time, Fm D E And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Fm To fall along in our crime, Fm D Stepping over what now towers to the sky, E With no connection. A D E No, oh-oh, oh-oh A D E No, oh-oh, oh-oh Fm D So, when they tap our mundane heads, E Fm To zombie-walk in our stead, Fm D E This town seems hardly worth our time, Fm D E And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Fm To fall along in our crime, Fm D Stepping over what now towers to the sky, E With no connection. A D E No, oh-oh, oh-oh A D E No, oh-oh, oh-oh (tabbed by edstate) www.TAB6.com