Man Made Lake

Gm Dm/C Dm Dm/C \ Dm Dm/F \ Gm Gmadd11 / 2x Gm Gmadd11 / Dm Gm I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete Dm Gm Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave Dm Am Dm Gm Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake F C D# D# Dm Gm And descend into the city that holds no place for me Dm Gm But the streets with no stir of life Dm Gm And all the houses on the streets, are wholly submerged Dm Am Dm Gm Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees F C D# D# Dm Gm And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me Dm Gm Someone's calling for me Dm Gm Someone's calling for me Dm Gm Dm