Pilot

A Am A Am Am Em I don't know how to behave D Reacting, fists dangling Am Em About the same time every day Em A Am | / / / / | / / | / / / / | / / / / | Am Em Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street G D I can bring in the bolts and sleep Am Em But the old flag knits and rises D A Am Shells and shards dust the yard Am Em I wish it was white, I wish it was white D A Am But it needs blood for the new erection Am Em I try to be light, stop the low talk‚ G D But I am a coward, and Camus was right Am Em You slide like a bangle down the day's arm D Waiting the hand to be given away Am Em But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it D A Am I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone Am Em I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent G D Always practicing, still no grace Am Em G D Am Em I get so anxious I need a tattoo G D Something binding, that hides me Am Em But when the time comes to design it D Am Em G It opens up like height under a pilot D Am Em Like height under a pilot G D A It opens up like height under a pilot A Am | / / | /