Divine Fault Line

E A E I'm learning to love my skin, A E I'm learning to dive right in A I think it's time to F#m A E sweep the eggshells clean A E I'm starting to dance again, A E I'm using my hands again A And out of the headwind, F#m A I'm hearing the sirens saying E A Don't get cold feet E A once it gets steep E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't keep F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) waitin' A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) let it break in E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt E F#m7 You're on your own dark side of the border tonight A A B And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die C#m B/D# E And that's the place where the breaking out begins F#m A It's the divine fault-line opening E A E I'm tired of where I've been, A E out in the dark, looking in A F#m7 How do they move so easy, A I keep on freezing E A E A Why can't I leap over the break? E F#m7 A The way that animals behave when their life's at stake E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't keep F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) waitin' A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) let it break in E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt E F#m You're on your own dark side of the border tonight A A B And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die C#m B/D# And that's the place where the breaking out begins E F#m7 A It's the divine fault-line opening F#m F#m7 F#m Don't get cold feet once it gets steep E F#m7 A Hurt, hurt, hurt, free, hurt, hurt, hurt, free hurt, hurt E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt E (I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt F#m7 (And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free A (Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt E F#m You're on your own dark side of the border tonight A A B And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die C#m B/D# And that's the place where the breaking out begins E F#m7 A It's the divine fault-line opening E F#m A And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in E F#m A And for the sake of not holding onto things, for the sake of not holding onto things E F#m A And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in E F#m A And for the sake of not holding onto things, and for the sake of not holding onto things E F#m A And for the sake of not holding onto things